“My Black-Spotted Maid” is a work in progress. Sadly, SuperMoo is not musically inclined, but the family has jumped in to help. Cousin Ron was willing to pluck out the notes, which SuperMoo passed along to my grand daughter Rochelle to employ her singing and guitar playing talents. Why he’s even commissioned the Headless Inkspots to create an orchestral version. I’m looking forward to hearing “The Black-Spotted Maid’s” debut on “The Porch” later in the festival.
After the two of them calmed me down and reassured me I wasn’t in a “family way” they sat out on my front porch to reminisce their exploits as young dutch”men” growing up in the Netherlands. The proverbs! The proverbs! I had no idea how many of those pithy little sayings like:
“Aan de vruchten kent men den boom” – The apple doesn’t fall far from the tree.
“Het end is goed, alles is goed.” – All is well that ends well.
I’m very excited to learn more about the Dutch culture this summer. Once Professor Ryker and Ron retired for the night, I jumped right into loosing myself with Google as I entered new search terms and followed link after link. Here are a few the family might be interested in.
That Magic Memory Mirror is cool- made my first visit this week. I’d remembered little snapshots and soundbites of song & sound from our lost week, but the mirror revealed a whole lot more that went on. Our Trailer Song continued to be a hit throughout the week.
Aunt Sappy was reciting love poetry in all manner of languages. Her German poem “An Anna Blume” was described as a parody of a love poem, an emblem of the chaos and madness of the week.
But who’s this Metadude guy? Some of the Burgeron family members were really digging his techno vibe. But the mirror only let me hear the music and allowed me to catch a few glimpses of the story. I’m really curious now. If anyone has any more detail please share with the rest of us.
Don Burgeron continues to use drones to move his cattle.
I just don’t know about that boy! Don continues to use drones to move his cows, flying in the face of the Bovine County Sheriff. And Sheriff B. Good is not pleased at all. I just don’t know about that boy. Smart yes, but his lack of common sense is going to be his downfall someday. The sheriff has said, “No!” to his creative cow moving drones. He just won’t let it die. He says using the drones on his own property is no business of anybody else – including the law!
Today I have been reminiscing about some of the gatherings we have had here on the property and at dad’s old place on the river. I guess nostalgia is a good thing. Some of the memories are just great and they make me smile. Other are a bit confusing and some get me feeling a little down, truth be told.
I recall the 82 Bovine Hoedown we had here in town and how excited everyone was to bring some game to play, some food to eat, and some instruments to make music with! Families practicing songs in the cool breeze of a June evening. You could hear them hootin and hollerin from miles away.
I recall one family that had a teen with an electric guitar. Good lord it was awful. That kid made more noise in three minutes than most folks make in a year or two. I ain’t sure, but if I recall that summer was the same summer the family had a big blowout and the kid left town real unhappy and carrying a guitar case. I don’t know that I’ve seen him since. I don’t even recall his name, just the screechin ripping through the prairie.
I remember that after the hoedown here at the trailer we had a few of the games we had made. One was this silly looking wooden scarecrow with the face cut out. The game was to hit whoever was a standin behind it with a water balloon. The day of the hoedown a kid who didn’t know any better came up to play and I was standing behind the thing. I don’t think the kid really realized what he was doing, he had just seen other folks throwing stuff at me. He had been playing baseball with some friends and he up and through his baseball at me fast as can be! And damn if it didn’t smack me right on the forehead. Knocked me clean off my feet and stone cold out for 10 minutes.
Well, I guess that is what happens at hoedowns. I snapped the picture here of ol Nana standing behind the scarecrow after we got home to the trailer.
I suppose our reunion will be sorta like a hoedown?
I was also thinking about that old Anny Cow and her damn dance studio. I think that is where little Sally Lou learned to dance? I don’t really recall. That damn cow was the only cow I have known to own and operate a dance studio? We have had a lot of good lookin and smart cows here in Bovine. But that Anny, she sure had some initiative. Where else but in a place called Bovine could a cow get a business license?
We’ve had some disparaging comments and discussion of the animals of the bovine persuasion hanging around at the Burgeron place. But let’s set the record straight. When Don was talking about those “Damn Dumb Cows” he was referring to the boorish uncultured cattle next door on the Bergeron spread (that’s with an “e” not a “u” – read more about the name confusion here. ) The BUrgeron bovines, on the other hand, are intelligent, creative, fun loving and talented creatures. Although we have to admit that occasionally we get a stray odd one in the bunch that likes to eat barb wire that we just can’t explain.
But let me tell you… when we claim our cows are creative, talented and fun-loving we’re not just spinning yarns. We’ve got proof right there posted on YouTube. Our very own star of the Burgeron Bovine Herd, Anna Cow, showed off her “hoofing” skills in a 2010 Cadbury commercial, “Tap Dancing Cows“. Her dancing instructor, my grand-daughter Sappho, did her family proud.