I adored skeletons as well, at his age. My first Halloween costume was of a skeleton. I was terrified of the thing. Looking at the plastic mask made me feel as if it would rise up off the bed and drag me down to the dead. What power to put it on! (This was on Kingsbury street in University City, if you want to know).
I wonder how Andrew would react if I asked him, while standing over the stony skeleton ground, how many dead people he thought there were. Whatever his innocent answer might be I would have to insist that there are more than all the stones in the garden.
But then, as Son of Malkhos and Malkhos, this is likely a lesson the tyke has already learned. I hope his leg is feeling better!
Kingsbury Street in U City, of course--now I knew you had worked at Wash U, but I did not know you had grown up in St. Louis. I do know you spent part of your life in Texas. That's interesting to know.
I will ask him how many dead people he thinks there are and report back.
His leg is better, almost. Next Monday the 14th, he comes out of his cast. It wasn't so bad. Thanks for asking again.
So today while going for a walk, I asked Andrew, "So how many skeletons do you think are in the ground?" To which he replied, "Oh, lots and lots and lots of skeletons. Too many to count." Then he wanted me to pick a bunch of violets for him.
Kingsbury *boulevard* I immediately realized after writing this. 7326 was the house number.
I could tell Andrew where there is a dachshund skeleton buried in the back yard (It is under the tall maple my mother planted for me, visible if you look down the driveway) but I don't want that tree harmed by curious digging.
"Too many to count..." You certainly have a live one on your hands!
I hate to be pedantic, dear, but the line is, "April is the cruelest month/Breeding lilacs out of a dead land"--have you been neglecting my beloved Eliot?
It's what provided the spur for the Victorian municipal cemeteries. The churchyards were so full the coffins were stacked only inched below the surface . They decided they needed a new cemetery in York after a dog was seen gleefully carrying a fairly fleshy human arm down one of the main streets.
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Date: 2008-04-09 09:04 am (UTC)no subject
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Date: 2008-04-09 09:54 pm (UTC)I wonder how Andrew would react if I asked him, while standing over the stony skeleton ground, how many dead people he thought there were. Whatever his innocent answer might be I would have to insist that there are more than all the stones in the garden.
But then, as Son of Malkhos and Malkhos, this is likely a lesson the tyke has already learned. I hope his leg is feeling better!
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Date: 2008-04-09 11:14 pm (UTC)I will ask him how many dead people he thinks there are and report back.
His leg is better, almost. Next Monday the 14th, he comes out of his cast. It wasn't so bad. Thanks for asking again.
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Date: 2008-04-13 11:23 pm (UTC)I could tell Andrew where there is a dachshund skeleton buried in the back yard (It is under the tall maple my mother planted for me, visible if you look down the driveway) but I don't want that tree harmed by curious digging.
"Too many to count..." You certainly have a live one on your hands!
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Date: 2008-04-09 01:48 pm (UTC)The "skeleton" is actually the beginnings of a hosta.
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