Andy goes, Andy goes so far,
And he makes me feel fine
when he's around.
I'm still waiting for that happy knock
but it just never came
until today.
Monday, October 31, 2011
ANDY GOES
Andy goes, Andy goes so far,
I'm still waiting for that happy knock
but it just never came
until today.
Wednesday, October 5, 2011
Saturday, September 17, 2011
MY DAD'S AND MOM'S LOVE STORY
My dads name is Dale Lund. He’s fun and funny.
My moms name is Lilith Lund. She’s fun and funny too.
This is how my mom and dad met.
I don’t know a lot about this but I’ll do the best I can. So here I go.
My moms name is Lilith Lund. She’s fun and funny too.
This is how my mom and dad met.
I don’t know a lot about this but I’ll do the best I can. So here I go.
Dale said he had a heartbreak, an old romance came to life again, but died in the reality, and Dale decided to be a confirmed bachelor. He bought a piece of undeveloped land near Lake Stevens, Washington, several miles from Everett, and his brother helped him build a cabin there--eight by twelve feet, with no utilities. Dale still had his apartment in Everett and was soon to move out into his hermitage, but worried about vandalism out there while working each day at the Everett Public Library. So he looked through the newspaper ads, hoping to find a good watchdog. And there it was--part Shepherd, part Dane, part Doberman, excellent guard dog, free to good home.
As it turned out, the address given was only four blocks up the street. Dale knocked on the door and heard a horrific roar of a large dog. His barks were so close together it sounded more like a roar. A man opened the door and a big, black, furry, live container of fangs lunged toward Dale, with a woman holding the animal back with both hands on the thick leather collar. Dale gazed at the dog, and said with a smile, "He's perfect!"
Dale hardly noticed the couple at the door, but certainly was impressed by their dog, Roshante. Right then, though, he seemed to want to kill Dale. So the couple, Micki and Jerry, suggested they all go to Grand Avenue Park and play Frisbee with Roshante, so he could get used to his new owner. That dog was one fantastic Frisbee catcher and retriever! He would run out as fast as the Frisbee flew and leap up, catching it in the air. Dale was amazed! They played Frisbee for some time, while Micki and Jerry talked about the dog. They then drove Roshante and Dale to his apartment, and Dale was the new owner of a powerful guard dog that roared.
Roshante was confused at first, wondering where his Micki and Jerry were, and who my dad was. But Micki came over now and then to visit him outside, and to assure him that all was okay. She and Dale would talk about all sorts of things, and finally she seemed to be visiting with Dale more than her dog.
She was different than any other girl Dale had met. She and Jerry had moved up from southern California, and it turned out that they weren't married, but only living together. Micki had hoped for some sort of commitment, some sort of permanence, some sort of faithfulness from Jerry, but Jerry had repeatedly disappointed her. For years Dale had been fascinated, infatuated, by hippie girls, and Micki was the most authentic Dale had met. She didn't use drugs because she could get high without them. And she was remarkably honest. Dale remember her telling him out in the yard of my his apartment that most people she talked with kept looking around, but that Dale looked directly into her eyes. She was seven years younger than him, and she walked down the street with an easy gait that made her seem carefree. It was like she came from another planet. Her hair was long and straight, but had a red tint, and her skin was that of a redhead, and ever since Dale was a little kid and his dad let a red-headed alcoholic named Gladys stay a brief time at their parsonage, Dale didn't like redheads. Micki's teeth were crooked, too. Things like this turned me off about her, but Dale was intrigued by her nevertheless, and day and night would wonder why.
Dale thought about her often. And one day he was out in the yard and saw Micki walking by on the sidewalk, without looking at my him, without stopping, and Dale remembers almost panicking and called out, "Hi!" He was relieved and pleased when she stopped to talk with him.
Finally Micki actually came into Dale's apartment for the first time. Suddenly things seemed awkward. Micki seemed shy, and visiting wasn't as easy as it was outside. She sat down on the couch, rather stiffly, and Dale wanted somehow to break this ice. So he went into the bedroom and found he boffers. Boffers were strong, foam swords with snazzy handles, and came with hand-guards, ear-protectors, and goggles. Dale had bought them out of the Whole Earth Catalog, where the guy in the ad said, "I would rather boff than eat." There in the bedroom, while Micki now sat cross-legged out on the living room floor, Dale put on the goggles and ear-protectors, stuck the boffer handle into the hand-guard, raised the foam sword, then ran out of the bedroom and walloped Micki on the head. She looked terribly insulted, wondering whether to be angry or cry, and Dale tossed the other boffer and accessories onto her lap. She stared at her sudden armament, then at him, and her eyes lit up. She put on the protectors, grabbed the boffer, stood up, and they had a major sword fight in the living room. The ice was not only broken, it was shattered.
They started going out after that. Their first date was going to a little carnival that had set up down on Broadway, walking distance away, where they rode on the Ferris wheel and other rides. It was while waiting to get on that scary ride with the cages that tumble upside-down that Dale held Micki's hand to reassure her. This was the first time he had actually touched her. Afterwards they got four-bean salad at Kentucky Fried Chicken and ate it in the cold, windy alley.
It wasn't the most common situation. Dale would walk over to their house. Jerry would answer the door, and I'd ask if Micki was there. She'd then come to the door, and the two of them would go out together.
It was time for Dale to leave his apartment and move out to his hermitage. He borrowed his dad’s little truck for the move. Micki happened by and offered to help him. And she and Dale together loaded up his things, making several trips to the cabin. Dale was so impressed that this girl would offer to help me with such a tedious job all day, and it was then that he began to think seriously about their relationship. For a break they went to a restaurant in Lake Stevens, where, at Dale's recommendation, Micki ate an omelet for the first time. She loved it.
While they were hauling stuff into his cabin, Dale discovered that Micki had lived in Washington for four months, next to Puget Sound, but had never ridden a ferry! So when they were done moving him into his new place, they drove to Mukilteo and took a ferry to Whidbey Island, where they walked on the beach for a long, pleasurable time. They made a teeter-totter with a log of driftwood and played on that, enjoying being together more and more.
Micki would visit Dale occasionally as he worked in the Everett Public Library. Dale was an acquisitions clerk in a basement office, and Micki would sit beside his desk just to watch him work. His co-workers there didn't seem to mind, and he certainly didn't. One day Dale was out when Micki came to visit, and when he got back to the office, Carol, a co-worker, said, "Your little friend was here."
Yes, Dale was twenty-six and Micki was nineteen, and her carefree bearing made her seem younger, but this was the first time the age difference was intimated, and Dale rebelled against it. He never noticed it.
For Mother's Day, Dale's parents invited the whole family to dinner at the Black Angus in Everett, and Dale invited Micki. There she met his family and, to his delight, his family met her. She was his dream-girl from a dream he had never known he dreamt.
On the day Dale was going to take her up to my parents' house for the first time, they rode up to Camano Island on his motorcycle. They had a nice visit with his folks, and while Micki and Dale were sitting on the couch together during a quiet lull, Micki reached under his shirt and began rubbing his back. Soon Dale lay across her lap, and she rubbed his back for a long time, regardless of his parents, who were probably assuming that the two had a more serious relationship than they had thought. But all they had done was to hold hands and rub backs.
What twilight there is
Is lost from her sight
As she tip-toes her way
Through the lonely mid night.
Her only companion is the voice of the creek,
Her foe’s in the bushes,
Her courage grows weak.
She knows of the pathway
But not of its turns,
She’s stroked by the hands
Of the branches and ferns;
As the little trolls giggle
From deep in the brush,
The big trolls say,
“She’ll find it, now hush.”
“How can she find the cottage at night?”
The little ones laughed,
“There is no light.”
But the big ones were wise,
The big ones were smart,
They knew this girl’s light
Comes from her heart.
The big trolls gathered the little ones ‘round,
And proceeded to tell them secrets they’ve found.
“No matter how gloomy the night is tonight,
Regardless of darkness, regardless of fright,
There’s a feeling she has that rules o’er the rest;
The young man in the cottage will soon have a guest.
“They’ll both be warm from midnight on,
The loneliness will all be gone.
Sweet little ones, please revere
The feeling that we witness here.”
They had known each other only two months before telling their families that they were going to get married, and, feeling it was surely enough time for preparation, for their families' sake, they made our engagement last a whole ten days. The wedding would be in Dale's parents' backyard on Camano Island, and his dad would marry them.
Dale's dad made a beautiful arch in the backyard out of lilacs and snowballs and greenery, spending a long time on it. His mom created a three-tier wedding cake (banana cake). Many family members came, and several friends, including Jerry. Dale's nephew Tom performed "The Wedding Song" during the ceremony. Micki's mom was her matron of honor, and Dale's brother Paul was my best man. Dale's dad read the love verses in Corinthians 13 before they made their vows, and Micki and Dale gripped their hands together. Micki was going to keep a penny in her shoe "for luck," but was barefoot, so taped the penny to her bare sole. It was a wonderfully happy day.
After the wedding ceremony, several walked down the hill to the water. Part of the way, Dale carried Micki on his back. And part of the way, she carried him on hers. Micki's friend Marilyn brought her guitar that special day and gave Micki a tambourine for a wedding gift, which inspired Micki after they returned to his parents' house to belly dance for them all in the living room. Her mom joined her. Micki's family and Dale's family were the joining of two different worlds.
As it turned out, the address given was only four blocks up the street. Dale knocked on the door and heard a horrific roar of a large dog. His barks were so close together it sounded more like a roar. A man opened the door and a big, black, furry, live container of fangs lunged toward Dale, with a woman holding the animal back with both hands on the thick leather collar. Dale gazed at the dog, and said with a smile, "He's perfect!"
Dale hardly noticed the couple at the door, but certainly was impressed by their dog, Roshante. Right then, though, he seemed to want to kill Dale. So the couple, Micki and Jerry, suggested they all go to Grand Avenue Park and play Frisbee with Roshante, so he could get used to his new owner. That dog was one fantastic Frisbee catcher and retriever! He would run out as fast as the Frisbee flew and leap up, catching it in the air. Dale was amazed! They played Frisbee for some time, while Micki and Jerry talked about the dog. They then drove Roshante and Dale to his apartment, and Dale was the new owner of a powerful guard dog that roared.
Roshante was confused at first, wondering where his Micki and Jerry were, and who my dad was. But Micki came over now and then to visit him outside, and to assure him that all was okay. She and Dale would talk about all sorts of things, and finally she seemed to be visiting with Dale more than her dog.
She was different than any other girl Dale had met. She and Jerry had moved up from southern California, and it turned out that they weren't married, but only living together. Micki had hoped for some sort of commitment, some sort of permanence, some sort of faithfulness from Jerry, but Jerry had repeatedly disappointed her. For years Dale had been fascinated, infatuated, by hippie girls, and Micki was the most authentic Dale had met. She didn't use drugs because she could get high without them. And she was remarkably honest. Dale remember her telling him out in the yard of my his apartment that most people she talked with kept looking around, but that Dale looked directly into her eyes. She was seven years younger than him, and she walked down the street with an easy gait that made her seem carefree. It was like she came from another planet. Her hair was long and straight, but had a red tint, and her skin was that of a redhead, and ever since Dale was a little kid and his dad let a red-headed alcoholic named Gladys stay a brief time at their parsonage, Dale didn't like redheads. Micki's teeth were crooked, too. Things like this turned me off about her, but Dale was intrigued by her nevertheless, and day and night would wonder why.
Dale thought about her often. And one day he was out in the yard and saw Micki walking by on the sidewalk, without looking at my him, without stopping, and Dale remembers almost panicking and called out, "Hi!" He was relieved and pleased when she stopped to talk with him.
Finally Micki actually came into Dale's apartment for the first time. Suddenly things seemed awkward. Micki seemed shy, and visiting wasn't as easy as it was outside. She sat down on the couch, rather stiffly, and Dale wanted somehow to break this ice. So he went into the bedroom and found he boffers. Boffers were strong, foam swords with snazzy handles, and came with hand-guards, ear-protectors, and goggles. Dale had bought them out of the Whole Earth Catalog, where the guy in the ad said, "I would rather boff than eat." There in the bedroom, while Micki now sat cross-legged out on the living room floor, Dale put on the goggles and ear-protectors, stuck the boffer handle into the hand-guard, raised the foam sword, then ran out of the bedroom and walloped Micki on the head. She looked terribly insulted, wondering whether to be angry or cry, and Dale tossed the other boffer and accessories onto her lap. She stared at her sudden armament, then at him, and her eyes lit up. She put on the protectors, grabbed the boffer, stood up, and they had a major sword fight in the living room. The ice was not only broken, it was shattered.
They started going out after that. Their first date was going to a little carnival that had set up down on Broadway, walking distance away, where they rode on the Ferris wheel and other rides. It was while waiting to get on that scary ride with the cages that tumble upside-down that Dale held Micki's hand to reassure her. This was the first time he had actually touched her. Afterwards they got four-bean salad at Kentucky Fried Chicken and ate it in the cold, windy alley.
It wasn't the most common situation. Dale would walk over to their house. Jerry would answer the door, and I'd ask if Micki was there. She'd then come to the door, and the two of them would go out together.
It was time for Dale to leave his apartment and move out to his hermitage. He borrowed his dad’s little truck for the move. Micki happened by and offered to help him. And she and Dale together loaded up his things, making several trips to the cabin. Dale was so impressed that this girl would offer to help me with such a tedious job all day, and it was then that he began to think seriously about their relationship. For a break they went to a restaurant in Lake Stevens, where, at Dale's recommendation, Micki ate an omelet for the first time. She loved it.
While they were hauling stuff into his cabin, Dale discovered that Micki had lived in Washington for four months, next to Puget Sound, but had never ridden a ferry! So when they were done moving him into his new place, they drove to Mukilteo and took a ferry to Whidbey Island, where they walked on the beach for a long, pleasurable time. They made a teeter-totter with a log of driftwood and played on that, enjoying being together more and more.
Micki would visit Dale occasionally as he worked in the Everett Public Library. Dale was an acquisitions clerk in a basement office, and Micki would sit beside his desk just to watch him work. His co-workers there didn't seem to mind, and he certainly didn't. One day Dale was out when Micki came to visit, and when he got back to the office, Carol, a co-worker, said, "Your little friend was here."
Yes, Dale was twenty-six and Micki was nineteen, and her carefree bearing made her seem younger, but this was the first time the age difference was intimated, and Dale rebelled against it. He never noticed it.
For Mother's Day, Dale's parents invited the whole family to dinner at the Black Angus in Everett, and Dale invited Micki. There she met his family and, to his delight, his family met her. She was his dream-girl from a dream he had never known he dreamt.
On the day Dale was going to take her up to my parents' house for the first time, they rode up to Camano Island on his motorcycle. They had a nice visit with his folks, and while Micki and Dale were sitting on the couch together during a quiet lull, Micki reached under his shirt and began rubbing his back. Soon Dale lay across her lap, and she rubbed his back for a long time, regardless of his parents, who were probably assuming that the two had a more serious relationship than they had thought. But all they had done was to hold hands and rub backs.
What twilight there is
Is lost from her sight
As she tip-toes her way
Through the lonely mid night.
Her only companion is the voice of the creek,
Her foe’s in the bushes,
Her courage grows weak.
She knows of the pathway
But not of its turns,
She’s stroked by the hands
Of the branches and ferns;
As the little trolls giggle
From deep in the brush,
The big trolls say,
“She’ll find it, now hush.”
“How can she find the cottage at night?”
The little ones laughed,
“There is no light.”
But the big ones were wise,
The big ones were smart,
They knew this girl’s light
Comes from her heart.
The big trolls gathered the little ones ‘round,
And proceeded to tell them secrets they’ve found.
“No matter how gloomy the night is tonight,
Regardless of darkness, regardless of fright,
There’s a feeling she has that rules o’er the rest;
The young man in the cottage will soon have a guest.
“They’ll both be warm from midnight on,
The loneliness will all be gone.
Sweet little ones, please revere
The feeling that we witness here.”
They had known each other only two months before telling their families that they were going to get married, and, feeling it was surely enough time for preparation, for their families' sake, they made our engagement last a whole ten days. The wedding would be in Dale's parents' backyard on Camano Island, and his dad would marry them.
Dale's dad made a beautiful arch in the backyard out of lilacs and snowballs and greenery, spending a long time on it. His mom created a three-tier wedding cake (banana cake). Many family members came, and several friends, including Jerry. Dale's nephew Tom performed "The Wedding Song" during the ceremony. Micki's mom was her matron of honor, and Dale's brother Paul was my best man. Dale's dad read the love verses in Corinthians 13 before they made their vows, and Micki and Dale gripped their hands together. Micki was going to keep a penny in her shoe "for luck," but was barefoot, so taped the penny to her bare sole. It was a wonderfully happy day.
After the wedding ceremony, several walked down the hill to the water. Part of the way, Dale carried Micki on his back. And part of the way, she carried him on hers. Micki's friend Marilyn brought her guitar that special day and gave Micki a tambourine for a wedding gift, which inspired Micki after they returned to his parents' house to belly dance for them all in the living room. Her mom joined her. Micki's family and Dale's family were the joining of two different worlds.
Their wedding announcement was a white card with the Love, Romance and Marriage Sign on the front and a small explanation of it on back. Inside the card was printed: "Once upon a time, Micki Flowers gave her dog to Dale Lund. By and by, she regretted give him away; and so, to get him back, she married Dale on June 8, 1975. Fortunately, they happened to be deeply in love, and lived happily ever since."
This year they celebrated our 36th anniversary.
MAGGIE THE HORSE
One day I was wanting to go horseback riding. So I was looking up “horse” in the phone book and saw “Bear Creek Trail Rides.” For twenty dollars you get one hour of trail riding. So I got my twenty dollars, and my Dad and Mom and I left. When we got there, my Dad did not want to ride, so just my Mom and I rode. My horse’s name was Maggie. She was a dark bay and my Mom’s horse’s name was Neeco. He was a light bay. Then my mom got on her horse and I climbed on my horse, and the first thing my horse did to me was try to bite me. But she could not bite me because she had a thing on her mouth. Then we began going on the trail. She stopped three times. My Mom’s horse kept on tripping. When we got back, it was time to say goodbye to Maggie, so I kissed her goodbye.
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