Thursday, November 19, 2009

NOVEMBER 25, 1936

NOVEMBER 25th, 1936 is the date of my birth. I was born under the sign of Sagittarius and also in the YEAR OF THE RAT and under both FIRE is listed as an attribute of sorts. I was born, plucked/pulled forcibly with forceps from my mother's womb, the first of her two living children, by the doctor 'who had to catch his train by noon' out of the town of Windsor so he could be home or somewhere for Thanksgiving. People traveled by train much more then than by car for reasons rather lengthy to discuss now. I was born the day before Thanksgiving in the Windsor Hospital which is now an old folks home or nursing home or some similar establishment. A new hospital has been erected outside of the town and goes by the name of ASCUTNEY. My doctor's portrait(a painting) hangs on the wall of the new hospital as I discovered when having to visit a relative there a few years back. I gazed at his portrait of course. The marks of the forceps can still be felt if one has sensitive fingers on the back of my skull or on it and also it gave me some rather persistent problems with my head early on,if everything I was told is true, and my neck on and off over the years. Despite efforts to strengthen and thicken my neck , I am still a pencil-neck as is expected of most persons who exhibit 'ectomorphic' traits and characteristics.

Thursday, November 5, 2009

THE FIRST DECADE

The first decade of my life is analogous to the first decade of every new century, in that a complete recapitulation occurs but such trends are usually accidents brought about by THE LAW OF FATE, which is determined by one's character.

Thursday, October 29, 2009

IN ANOTHER TIME; 1936 TO 1958

I wanted to name this blog; IN ANOTHER TIME but the system would not let me, so the title I have nearly covers a QUARTER CENTURY and at least TWO DECADES,, making 22 years, from birth to graduation from college/university. As a result of this objective, MYEARLY LIFE as a result of nostalgia, self-willed isolation, as well as the failure to achieve anything has been composed. It is a sort of catalog of rather vague impressions and sometimes very vague recollections of people in my life whose influence(s) important or unimportant may well be apparent.