Videos From The Easter Egg Hunt 2025

These videos are sorta wonky due to the inexpertise of the camerawoman!  Click on the first video twice and it will enlarge and play, but at its end, Youtube will take you to a screen with a bunch of other Youtube videos on it.  Just double click on it and then double click on the next egg hunting screen on my blog and the same thing will happen all the way through. Wish I knew editing so I could edit them all together and also take the shots of my feet walking along in pursuit out of the one video. Perhaps one of these years I’ll learn how to do so. In the meantime, if you have patience, go ahead and try to watch these frenzied little videos.  Happy Easter!!! And thanks to Forgottenman for all his patience in getting these videos from Youtube to you.

 

You can see more still photos of the hunt HERE and HERE.

The Numbers Game #69, Apr 21, 2025. Come Play Along!!

Welcome to “The Numbers Game #69”  Today’s number is 190. To play along, go to your photos file and type that number into the search bar. Then post a selection of the photos you find that include that number and  post a link to your blog in my Numbers Game blog of the day. If instead of numbers, you have changed the identifiers of all your photos into words, pick a word or words to use instead, and show us a variety of photos that contain that word in the title.This prompt will repeat each Monday with a new number. If you want to play along, please put a link to your blog in comments below. Here are my contributions to the album.

Click on photos to enlarge.

 

“The Capture” For Cellpic Sunday

 

What was Bruce so intent on capturing on camera?

For Johnbo’s Cellpic Sunday

“Revolution” For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 703

Revolution

You’ve staged a friendly takeover of my willing heart,
and now you hold the power to upset the apple cart.
You are the despot of my dreams, plotter of all my hopes.
You share that flashy facade of other misanthropes.
By accepting without judgment all your base instruction,
I complied with your deception and shared in my destruction.
You are the low point of my life and now I must be free
to leave that life you cast me in to see what I can be.

For the Sunday Whirl Wordle 703 the words are:
flashy facades free takeover destruction power despots low hope heart hold how

Easter Egg Hunt (Post #2)

This is only about 1/3 of the photos I took. Can’t resist showing them. I have movies of the egg hunt I’ll publish in another blog. The kids will enjoy seeing their photos. We had so much fun.  The adults are Isidro, one of the first friends I made when I came to Mexico. He is an amazing artist.  The tattoo is actually of a painting he did of himself. His son Wayan tattooed it onto his sister Paloma’s arm!  The children around her and Isidro are her and her sister’s. Isidro has 6 grandchildren who are all in these photos.  The youngest searcher is Alejandra’s baby. She is the niece of Yolanda(my housekeepr and friend of 24 years) and I first knew her as a student in the kid’s camp I used to assist with. Paloma, Isidro’s daughter and mom of four of his grandchildren, I knew as a small girl. She won an art competition I sponsored for kids to make posters to encourage people to clean up the lake..So I’ve made it through one generation in Mexico.

I’m going to post this. I’ll post a link to the videos later if you haven’t had your fill of Easter revelries. They are not professional level videos, as a matter of fact the last one I mistakenly recorded in slow motion .  I don’t even know how to do that! It did it itself.  I kind of like the effect, though.  At any rate, here are the stills.

Half Hour to Go Until the Easter Egg Hunt!!!! (Easter #1)

In one half hour ten children and parents will descend on my yard for an Easter Egg hunt. Yoli and Marie Jose came to help me hide the eggs–110 in all. The dogs are at the neighbors, the Easter Egg hunters’ pretty bags with one egg the color and pattern of the ones they have to find, two rubber duckies and a plastic bag of gummy worms await their selection and then the hunt is on!!!

More to follow !!!!!

Unruly Punctuation!!! for SOCS Apr 18, 2025

Please note that I’ve used the punctuation marks in place of the words that describe them, so in reading the poem, you need to pronounce each mark. For ! say exclamation mark.  For. say period.

Unruly Punctuation

When a guy driving a GMC
swoops into line in front of me
and takes the place I meant to park,
I use an !

While the ,’s made for multi-tasking,
in a sentence meant for asking,
there has to be a ?
lest readers be left in the dark.

An ! is fine
when simply put at end-of-line,
but,
too many (quite a fault of mine)
bring out the punctuation narcs
to ban those !!!!!!!!!!

Those abounding in . . .
are labeled punctuation gypsies
because they don’t know when to stop.
So please call in a grammar cop.

I must admit that I am rash
and tend to overuse the .
What’s more, my editor goes crazy
when I forget or just get lazy.
His eyes bug out, his face goes red
when I make use of  instead.

The . is the simplest mark.
At sentence end it’s meant to park.
It’s always put where it is best
to let the sentence come to rest,
and no one puts it elsewhere lest
the reader is put to the test
to search from clause to clause to clause
to figure out where he can pause.

When I think of rhymes for ,
only strange words like pajama
are what come to mind—or llama—
or words not to the point, like “mama;”
so I’ll just say the Oxford ,
is like MAGA folks to Obama.
If his (and my) advice is heeded,
it will be clear that they’re not needed!!!

The purpose of the 
is as clear as it can be:
Judy’s car or Judy’s house,
Judy’s dog or Judy’s spouse.
Yet, when the pronoun enters in,
it is the biggest grammar sin
to use apostrophes for possession
(although I’ll make this hard confession
that often I, unthinkingly,
will write it’s where it never fits.)
It’s in possession should be its!)
“It’s” only used as a contraction.
(It’s a faction, but not it’s faction.)

I think I may conduct a poll on
: versus ;
Which one separates two clauses,
signaling those longer pauses;
and which one signifies a list?
I’m sure that you have got the gist
of which is which—where each should go
to end this punctuation woe.

( ) mark an aside, much as amight do,
Like “ ”, they’re paired. You always must use two.
Which brings us to the  that joins a compound word.
You never put a space in. To do so is absurd.
You should not use it as a dash with spaces on each side.
That is an antique usage that I simply can’t abide.

Yet if you choose to Google some of the rules here,
there will be discrepancies from site to site, I fear.
What I say they’ll question. They’ll support what I must pan.
So I can only say that I’ve accomplished what I can.
In spite of all my studying, despite my dedication—
I find that few agree on rules applied to punctuation!!!!

 

Here’s my response for SOCS: Our Friday prompt for Stream of Consciousness Saturday is “exclamation.’” Add an exclamation mark to your title or the first word/sentence of your post and just keep writing. Have fun!

“Life of Syn” for Fibbing Friday, Apr. 18, 2025

 

Photo from Unsplash

The word puzzles for Fibbing Friday are:

1. Synergy: The amount of vigor/vitality we possess that is delegated to the pursuit of evil .
2. Synonym: The false name we use when embarking on naughty endeavors
3. Synchronicity: When we chance upon someone equally larcenous as ourselves
4. Syncopate: When change our hairdo to follow a fad.
5. Synopsis: What the naughty sister often says to her perfect sister when trying to persuade her to participate in one of her “adventures.”
6. Synaesthesia: When you wake up not remembering the wild night before.
7. Synaptosome: A naughty website availabe to some but not all.
8. Synanthropes: Naughty sinners
9. Synagogal: A lady of dubious morals who is up for nearly everything.
10 Synaptid: The fake name you use to go onto naughty internet sites.

“Before and After” for NaGloWriMo

Before and After

We follow different orbits. We dislike each other’s friends.
When we are together, the confusion never ends.
Though I respect your choices, I fear they’re never mine.
I’ve strolled a crooked pathway. You’re rarely out of line.

You have a place within my heart but we rarely phone.
We each chose a direction and wandered off alone
collecting lives around us where the other does not fit.
We’ve analyzed our friendship and found the end of it.

Have we made the right decision, or should friendship never end?
Is it wrong to leave old friends behind as we round the bend?
It’s hard to keep momentum when pulling a long train,
and holding onto everyone we’ve once loved is inane.

When you’ve somehow lost the trust that you thought would last forever,
and when you’re simply bored by one you once found fun and clever,
sometimes we have to face the fact we’ve loved someone in vain
and all the joys we shared are ones we will not share again.

 

For NaGloWriMo #17 we were to write an Ekphrastic poem on Friendship based on paintings by Remedios Varo or Leonora Carrington.

Genealogy, Murdo News, 1922 for Writer’s Workshop


Murdo News, 1922

I grew up in a tiny prairie town in South Dakota, population 700 when I left it, 500 now. (Photo above, 1950’s by my guess.) I’ve talked of this place many times on my blog, published two books on growing up there, but just today, someone on the town’s website published these newspaper stories from 1922 which I found fascinating, as many of the people mentioned were known to me.  Judge Parish lived across the street from me, Louis Simpson was my dad’s cousin  and many of the other family names are well known. This may not be interesting to anyone other than my sister Patti and friend Jim, who read my blog and who grew up in Murdo as well, but for what it is worth, here are some of the stories:

JONES COUNTY, SOUTH DAKOTA

News Items

Murdo, April 18. – Statistics are said to show that after every great war nature replenishes herself through twin babies. Mrs. Burke of this place has the distinction of being the mother of three sets of twins and one set of triplets.

Mrs. M. P. Kerlin, also of Murdo is the mother of twin boys, who are now a few years of age. During 1921 Mrs. A. O. Kimble and Mrs. Roy Guthrie each became the mother of twin girls. Mrs. Sam Hubbard gave birth to twin sons, both of whom died.

Recently twin boys were born to Mr. and Mrs. Rex Williams.

Thus, out of nine births in Murdo, nineteen children were born, seventeen of whom are living. It is believed that no other town of Murdo’s size in the state or northwest has a birth record equal to this.


John Connery
Two Boy Swimmers Drown
Lads Meet Death While Bathing at Murdo, S.D.
Deadwood, S.D., June 17 — A telephone message from Murdo, a small town east of Rapid City, tells of the accidental drowning there of John Connery and a companion named Pomberr. Both boys, who were sixteen years old, were in swimming at the railroad dam at that point and are supposed to have been seized with cramps. Neither body has been recovered.
[17 June 1910; Aberdeen Daily News] *Note from Judy: In my part of South Dakota, little manmade lakes were called dams, probably due to the fact that they were created by digging out the earth and rolling it up to the side to create a depression large enough to collect rainwater and snow runoff. In this dry cattle  country, it was necessary. My dad got his start building such dams. Below is a photo of a dam in process. That’s my dad, Ben Dykstra, sitting on the back of the grader adding his weight to smoothing out the dam grade.

M. L. Parish [crime]
Four Fleeing Men Battle Posse and Flee in Prosecutor’s Auto
Sioux Falls, S. Dak. Aug 25 — Four convicts, who escaped from the penitentiary on August 17, fought a posse near Stamford early today. After mortally wounding State’s Attorney M. L. Parish and wounding Sheriff J.C. Babcock, they escaped in the State’s Attorney’s automobile.
The men were pursued from Murdo, S.D., by a hastily formed posse when it was learned they had recrossed the Missouri River into this State and were heading toward the Bad Lands. Airplanes have been sent to aid in locating them. [26 Aug 1922; Philadelphia Inquirer]

Louis Simpson [injury]
RATTLESNAKE PROTESTED
Struck Boy Who Tries to Pull It From Its Hole Near Murdo

Murdo, May 19. – Catching a rattlesnake by the tail to prevent it escaping him nearly caused the death of Louis Simpson, the young son of Mrs. Charles Luken, living near here. The reptile struck the boy on the left hand with its fangs, and but for prompt work he would have died

When the boy discovered the snake the reptile beat a retreat for its nearby hole, and was partially down this, when the boy grasped it by the tail and attempted to pull it back to the surface of the ground. The rattlesnake doubled back and buried its fangs in the boy’s hand, this being one of the tricks of the average rattler when grasped while partially in its hole.

For Writer’s Workshop  the prompt is genealogy.