UNDERSTANDING THE WINDSOR KNOT

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I love the way he expresses himself.
But did you hear what he was saying?

Interesting painting.
Yes but do you like it?

She really stands out in a crowd.
Yes, but have you met her?

 

He was a quiet one; yes he was; always looking for solutions, inventing a better way to get a desired result in less time or with an improvement of some sort. And then John met Cathy.

To bed and beyond, his moments of studious repose, now naught but a memoire, his lab rats mere pets and his need for intellectual stimulation limited to thirty ways to tie a knot in the silk appendage now dangling daily from the collar of his Saville Rowe shirt, John looked around the art gallery  and vowed to change his name, arresting his quest for the old life. He would abandon all and become Rupert the Right.

Goodbye Cathy Dear, here; you may have this as a memoire. Unbuttoning his collar brought a sigh that became a gasp as his lungs inflated with the promise of freedom and new frontiers; “Here is my tie with the Windsor knot; the knot is naught but a naughty memoire. Keep it” he said. “hang it on the bed post” he added.” And Rupert nee John, once left, now right, went shopping.

Happy Fathers Day

Lee in Paradise

Every year during the week before Father’s Day I remember my birth father, Robert Lee Oakes Sr telling me on December Ninth, 1941 that he was leaving to defend our country, that I was now the Man of the House.

When Mother Esther left two weeks later  I found two new parents to care for my brother and me.

My great-aunt, Sadie Marie Oakes Broom and her fifty-five year old husband, Horace Dixie Broom gave Billy and me a new home and our first Christmas Tree with presents galore.

Every day for years I looked for Bob Sr. to return.  Eventually, he came back from the war and started a new family. Uncle Dixie became Daddy Dick, then Father, Then Lovey. Mother called Father “Lovey” and so did I. I asked  my new parents to call me Lee instead of Bobby.

And then I think of my own children. They entered my life during still more difficult times and for the next couple of decades were my only source of joy amidst times of difficulty for us all.

Somehow we survived. Today my children and their children and continuing generations are still my greatest joy. My family’s ranks are filled with younger fathers and mothers who are changing all of our lives, a family that though still living with difficulties is a family lighted with smiles, hugs and more Love than I would have thought possible half a Lee Broom lifetime ago.

Thank you children for polishing the family apple; I love you all.

THE LOVER’S TRUTH

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There is no Truth but Love

And that is not a destination, but the path.

There is in fact, no destination;

There is only Now.

 

What truth can be for Lovers

Our destiny, the path

The now-ness news of Ever

The abstinence of wrath

Awarenesses yet  revealing

The bubbles in the bath

What truth can be for Lovers

Our destiny, the path?

 

 

JOHN MET CATHY AND THEN…

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JOHN MET CATHY AND THEN…

He was a quiet one; yes he was; always alert to solutions to the many problems of a given day, an  inventor on the lookout for a better way to get a desired result in less time; here a tweak, there a tweak, everywhere a tweak-tweak…

And then John met Cathy.

To bed and beyond, his moments of studious repose now naught but a memoire, his lab rats mere pets and his need for intellectual stimulation limited to thirty ways to tie a knot in the silk appendage now dangling daily from the collar of his Saville Rowe shirt, John looked around the art gallery  and vowed to change his name, arresting his quest for the old life. He would abandon all and become Rupert the Right.

Goodbye Cathy Dear, here; you may have this as a memoire. Unbuttoning his collar brought a sigh that became a gasp as his lungs inflated with the promise of freedom and new frontiers; “Here is my tie with the Windsor knot; the knot is naught but a naughty memoire. Keep it” he said. “hang it on the bed post” he added.” And Rupert nee John, once left  (now right)  went shopping.