Tags: bear, cutie, Cutie & the Beast, Cutie & The Beast II, distrupted, eden, Friends, grown ups, heavenly, Little Girl, paradise, peace, ruined, wild
“1952: Life Magazine featured Jimmy, the roller-skating horse, in their back-feature “Miscellany” section. The nation fell in love.
JImmy, the Horse, stood-out from other horses, since his birth: all white, except for a most unusual dark “bib” on his chest, which Life Magazine aptly described as looking like a “baseball chest-protector”. Also, Jimmy had–get this–blue eyes.
What was Albert McAlexander of Carysville, Ohio, to do with a horse who looked like Jimmy? What does any parent think, in the 40′s & 50′s, when they have something of a potential side-show on their hands? McAlexander fretted about what to do with the four-legged darling. He quickly became fond of his keep, and did not wish to exploit or sell him.
Albert McAlexander of Carysville, Ohio, loved Jimmy. As a parent loves a child, really. He had little resources, Mr. McAlexander. Not a wealthy man.
Feeding a horse is costly. Feeding a horse nobody who deals in horses would want, other than perhaps a circus or side-show, or for meat. What, he wondered, was he to do?
He couldn’t abide handing him over to a butcher, or sell Jimmy to those horrible Circus-Animal Masters, who would come to town snooping for ‘treasures’ for their damnable side-shows. These parasites of humanity would come to rural towns, offering to relieve poor, struggling farmers of their “creature oddities”–to include any children who might be sufficiently disfigured or handicapped. These vile men and women who sought such creatures as Jimmy, were notoriously cruel and abusive. McAlexander would have none of it.
But he needed to make money to feed Jimmy, and the rest of his animals, not too mention his family. Then, a Miracle happened. Yessirree, Bob!
First, he discovered Jimmy was not quite like other horses he knew, not only in appearance. Jimmy would do uncanny impressions of people he’d see. When Mrs. McAlexander thought Ralph the cat was gone for good–(Ralph always strayed)–but returned home safely, Jimmy watched as Mrs. A dropped to her knees in prayer, praising G_d for kitty’s safe return.
Shortly thereafter, when Mr. Alexander was done working, and returned home, Jimmy the horse would do a little prance, whinny a bit, then drop to HIS knees, as if praising G_d for his return! Yes. I know…very curious, indeed.
Then, McAlexander noticed Jimmy’s unusual fascination of neighboring children, as they rolled past the McAlexander’s on roller-skates. Jimmy would stop what he was doing, and follow the rolling children making their way down the dirt road. The children thought it very amusing. McAlexander overheard the children remarking that they’d bet if Jimmy had rollerskates, he’d skate with them. Well. What a thought!
So, McAlexander fashioned some rollerskates, just for Jimmy the Horse.
It was awkward for about 5 minutes, and then Jimmy was off and on his own. A star was born.”
Posted: March 5, 2014 in RICHSTINE'S THE STORY, Take A Peek!, THE STORY: RichStine's "The Story" (also on Pinterest)
Tags: Animal Cruelty Awareness, Animal Exploitation, CIRCUS, CUTE, Jimmy The Horse, Life Magazine, Loving Animals, McAlexander from Ohio, Perfect Creatures, Rollerskates, SIDE-SHOW
“It was too hot outside.No work and no pay.
They were tired of sittin’ around, all damned day.
They grabbed their big coats, and walked to the store.
“Just to look,” Adam said. But both knew he meant more.
The Liquor Store owner remembered these two.
(Seeing them here, shows that’s not hard to do!)
The clerk kept her distance, watching Adam and Eve.
She saw what she saw, though hard to believe:
Adam stuffed Jameson, Eve’s Spandex, Blue Ribbon;
Finally confronted, both started a-fibbin’!
“She made me do it!” Adam cried,
“It was Adam’s idea!” Eve screeched.
Calling the cops, the Owner replied that the end of his patience was reached.”
Posted: February 24, 2014 in RICHSTINE'S THE STORY, Take A Peek!, THE STORY: RichStine's "The Story" (also on Pinterest)
Tags: blame game, booze hounds, COPS, drunks, five-finger discount, liquor store robbery, Loafers, ne'er-do-wells, stupid criminals, thieves, white trash
Death is inevitable. A mystery, and then some.
Last breath. No pulse. Everyone gets one.
Histories’ littered with Rituals & Rites–
How to deal with the dead. Then put Death out of sight.
Wakes and Embalming, Cremation or Dirt–
For loves left behind, these don’t quench the hurt.
Perhaps faith is best. That Substance of Hope.
The only evidence–of what we don’t see.
Comforting faith, I’ll know for sure, when…
Death knocks on the door, and asks for me.
Posted: February 20, 2014 in RICHSTINE'S THE STORY, Take A Peek!, THE STORY: RichStine's "The Story" (also on Pinterest)
Tags: Bloom, Burial, Cremation, Death, evidence, Faith, Hope, Loss, Love, Me, Mourning, RITES, Skeleton, Sorrow, Substance, You
“Harmie Jones, Moses Scott, Walter Barndt, Annabelle Rand, Peter Cocklin, Preston Gough, Franklin Johnson and Michael Knightly– decided the only place they hadn’t tried sledding–besides, of course, the steps of the White House–was the State, War and Navy building.
It began as just kid-talk. Children with sleds, who lived in a city, with limited places to use their sleds: “Dare any of you,” said Harmie (short for ‘Harmond’), “to take your sled down the steps.” Harmie said this as they were pulling their sleds past the Public Library.
A concert of enthusiasm surrounded Harmie. “Great Idea!” then, “I will, if YOU will!”
Finally, one of the bunch declared, “You, FIRST!” It was that smarty-pants, Annabelle. The girl.
Of course, Harmie had a bit of an obligation to be first. It was his idea, after all. And, if he didn’t at least try, especially after being challenged by a dumb girl, well…how would that look?
Harmie Jones picked up his sled, a very nice one, with brightly painted, sturdy runners, sure to take the beating they’d no doubt endure, going down the steps of the public library.
Inside, he was frightened. Harmie was certain that his mom would be weeping into a hankie, blowing her nose, crying, “why?”, while he lay in a coffin neatly, dead, from a broken neck. Fortunately for Mrs. Jones, fate did not favor her son’s imagination, and Harmie lived through it.
One by one, the others followed suit: Annabelle Rand was next, followed by Johnson. Then the others took their turn down the steps of the library, and managed to live to tell about it.
The sledders saw their neighborhood with new eyes: Every building, especially buildings with ample steps, were possible challenges.
They really wanted to go down the White House steps. Of course, that wasn’t going to happen.
The next best thing, however, was the State, War and Navy building. The State, War and Navy building, was far more accessible, and certainly the most challenging.
Harmie Jones had much trepidation about this attempt. They were not just going down the flight of steps, from the landing closest to the street. That would be easy enough. No. They were going from the very top!
That Annabelle, the only girl in the bunch, declared that she would be first, and, she was going to start at the very top! Seemed she was always showing them up. And they were guys! What was she trying to prove?
The others were secretly afraid, every bit as Harmie, but did not admit it. Harmie ‘hmm’d and hawed’, offering reasons why they should not start at the top. The sleds might get broken, or they could get in trouble.
But Annabelle wasn’t buying any of it. “TRIPPLE-DOG-DARE YA!” She shouted, and dragged her sled to the very top, yelled, “Tally-Ho! Look out, below!” and conquered the steps–all of the steps–of the State, War and Navy building.
The only thing any of the boys could do, was cross their fingers, say a prayer, and hope they didn’t kill themselves. There was no way a girl was going to show them up. They’d die sledding before dying of embarrassment. Harmie hoped his Ma had plenty of hankies.
Harmie broke his right arm in three places, and was never again permitted to sled.
Everyone survived, and Harmie was the only one injured. His sled was messed up pretty bad, too.
Annabelle grew up, and became a hot air balloonist.
Not one of the children regretted that day. That was the day they flew.
Posted: February 18, 2014 in RICHSTINE'S THE STORY, Take A Peek!, THE STORY: RichStine's "The Story" (also on Pinterest)
Tags: adventure, challenge, children, coffin, danger, dare, hankies, ice, imagination, kid mischief, morbid, Mother, Navy building, play time, Sledding, SNOW, steps, tripple-dog-dare, Washington D.C., winter
“Acid Reflux, it wasn’t!
He should have known that it was about ‘that time of the month”–the crankiness, restless legs at night, pillow damp from drool, in the mornings. Not to mention the tinnitus and migraines. The heartburn was killer-bad, this time. Always the most painful part.
Well, there was not a thing Silv could do about it.
Nothing at all, but pray.
He clutched his rosary, mentally recited the prayers, visualizing the Stations of The Cross, as he did so. He preferred praying silently, and given his state of change, that was a good thing. The transformation had begun, and when Silv ‘s jaw changed, trying to man-talk was not going to happen.
He managed to get out of his clothes just in time. At least 7 or 8 times a year, he ruined perfectly good clothes during shape-shifts.
The sun disappeared, and full moon was out.
It was time.
At least he prayed before he preyed.”
Posted: February 14, 2014 in RICHSTINE'S THE STORY, Take A Peek!, THE STORY: RichStine's "The Story" (also on Pinterest)
Tags: acid reflux, devout, full moon, heartburn, migraine, moon, nightfall, pain, prayers, prey, ringing in the ears, rosary, shapeshift, silent, time of the month, tinnitus, werewolf, wolf
“Little Lizzie survived WWII, and would have, without this ridiculous-looking contraption.
And, she witnessed and survived many wars.
She spent her entire life as if a caged bird: for, once they put this thing on her, they could not get it off!
It was said, that up until she died in 2000, she could quote from memory, Dumas’ “The Man In The Iron Mask.”
Posted: February 11, 2014 in RICHSTINE'S THE STORY, Take A Peek!, THE STORY: RichStine's "The Story" (also on Pinterest)
Tags: Alexandre Dumas, BABY, Birdcage, Breathing, Caged Bird, Childhood during wartime, Gas Mask, Man In The Iron Mask, Masks, Safety Devices, War, WW II