Aunt Joan, You’re Home Now

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My maiden aunts. of whom Aunt Joan was the youngest, were voyagers. They sailed on ships like this one in the picture, and they went everywhere. They were young women living before the age of universal jet travel. You could join the Navy and still not see as much of the world as they did.

Today I’m up early because I have to deliver Joan’s burial dress to the funeral home and make as many of the arrangements as I can. It was only Friday that we finished preparing her taxes for this year.

Well, she had one more voyage to make, and now she’s made it; now she’s there. It’s the last voyage, the voyage home; and she has made it.

‘Are We Smarter than Our Ancestors’? (2015)

In a word, No.

https://leeduigon.com/2015/02/02/are-we-smarter-than-our-ancestors/

‘Behold the Mountain of the Lord…’

 

Behold, the mountain of the Lord in latter days shall rise, proclaims this ancient Scottish hymn. The glory of this message starts tears in my eyes. How we long for that day! When Christ shall reign in Heaven and on earth.

Sung by Godfrey Birtill.

Cast thy burden upon the LORD!!

From Kristi Ann’s blog… We are not alone.     –LD

 

Kittens Hard at Work

But they’re playing, not working. Yeah, but for kittens, their play is their work. Or something like that.

Anyway, life has to go on. Kittens are a nice part of it. Just now I’m all flamed out, all I want is kittens.

I apologize for the goofy music track in the middle of the video.

Thank You All

So many of you have already contacted me to express your sympathy: Patty and I thank you one and all.

I had been expecting Aunt Joan’s death for quite some time, but still was hardly ready for that phone call. She’d been through so many medical crises, and always rallied. But this time she just slipped away. Now I’m the oldest surviving member of my family–and who ever thinks he’ll one day be that?

All the phone calls now, the ones I have to make. Better get back to it.

Thanks again, all my friends, and I’ll try to be back after supper.

My Aunt Has Died

I just got a call from the nursing home: my Aunt Joan has just died. Apparently she slipped away during the night.

I have no idea what to do. I hope the funeral home can walk us through it.

This was a long time coming, and as of now, Aunt Joan has been reunited with her loved ones in Christ’s Kingdom. For this we give thanks.

I pray the ensuing details won’t be excessively difficult.

Rated PG for…’Historical Smoking’??

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Let’s see… U.S. Senator Ted Kennedy (Democrat, Massachusetts) picks up a girl at a party, gets drunk, and as they drive off together, the glorious leader drives into the water. He gets out and runs away, spends the night trying to think of a way to save his political career–while the girl, abandoned to her fate, slowly drowns. Our nooze media wound up calling Kennedy “the lion of the Senate.” Wonderful.

This is the subject of a newly-released feature film, Chappaquiddick. I think “Chappaquiddick” is a Native American word for ‘My political career is much more important than your life.’ And given the sheer seediness of the story, the film is rated PG…for Historical Smoking.

See, the story is from 1969 and some of the characters in it are shown SMOKING, Eeee-yahh! The horror, the horror! Give us sex, give us drownings, give us heartless narcissism on a silver platter

–but don’t show us anybody smoking! Millions of our kids are gonna die because they saw smoking in a movie!

Oh, please. We get this from the same crowd of Democrats who are pushing for the legalization of marijuana as if their lives depended on it. Colorado, California, New Jersey soon to follow–why, smoking pot is just okay!

And we get it from the same freaks in Hollywood who never met a sexual aberration that they didn’t like and want to foist on children. Imagine getting lectured on morality by some pervert from the Disney Corp. How insulting.

Now, I am sure to hear from some leftid who’s going to say, “You support smoking! You hate children! You want them all to die!”

So much nicer to abort them! And then sell the parts. And put the ones who are still alive into “comprehensive sex education” to teach them the joys of transgenderism.

I’ll give up my bad habit if you’ll give up yours.

 

‘Rutgers Students Need Group Therapy after Exposure to Someone Else’s Opinion’ (2016)

It’s hard for me to express the shame I feel, as a graduate of Rutgers. It was bad enough when I finished my college career in 1971; and they have, like Scrooge’s chain, labored on it ever since.

https://leeduigon.com/2016/02/23/rutgers-students-need-group-therapy-after-exposure-to-someone-elses-opinion/

Again I ask–what are we supposed to do with these millions of completely useless college grads, ten years down the road?

Racing at the speed of time toward the towering cliff-face of a dreadful social problem…

One More Time, ‘Revive Us Again’

Do you find that these morning hymns come back to you throughout the day? I do. But this one, Revive Us Again (by William Mackay, 1863), started knocking on my door as soon as I got up today.

Performed at home by Nathan and Lyle in Denton County, Texas.