Snow, snow

Snow, snow
Go away
And don't come back
'Till Christmas day

Deaths from My Childhood

I'm not sure why, but this post reminds me a lot of my growing up years in Oregon City.  It's a fairly uneventful place, but we've sure had a lot of strange and saddening deaths for being an "uneventful place." 

When I was little a girl that lived two houses down from me and across the street was murdered by a drug addict that was staying with the family.  I remember going to visit her gravestone in the local cemetery when I was little.  There was a picture of a lamb on her gravestone.

When I was a freshman in high school Ashley Pond and Marissa Gaddis (two middle school girls) went missing.  My older sister was a "Big Sister" to Ashley Pond in the Big Brother Big Sister program when Ashley was in grade school, so I didn't know Ashley very well, but I had walked to school with her a few times.  I knew who she was.  A search for these girls went on for months.  Finally the police found their bones buried in a cement slab in the back yard of their killer, a man who lived at the top of the hill next to the girls' apartment complex where the kids from that complex waited for the school bus.  The words "cement slab" make me think of nothing else but those girls and their bones being buried in his back yard.  Young girls didn't walk around Oregon City alone anymore after that.  To this day I can still remember their faces from the missing person signs that hung around the whole town for months.  Like those old "Proud to be an American" signs that people printed off and taped in their car windows after 9-11, the missing person signs stayed up and the printer ink faded. 

There was a cat woman who lived at the head of our dead-end street name Sharon.  Her house smelled terrible.  And she never let anybody go inside it.  She lived alone.  She was a member of our ward, but I don't remember her ever really going to church.  But my step dad was her home teacher, so there was a while there where she came to our house for dinner every Sunday.  She gave my mom a blue and white striped apron that I really like.  She gave my brother a painting of a dragon and a wizard.  A few years later Sharon moved away.  It was some time after that when my mom read in the paper that Sharon's daughter had been arrested.  Apparently Sharon's daughter had hired a hit man to kill a couple of people at her work.  Well, when the hit man turned out to be an undercover cop, Sharon's daughter had asked if she could get off a little easier if she told the cops some dirt on her mom.  I guess they said yes because that's when it came out that Sharon had murdered her husband several years earlier.  She had killed him and made it look like he had a heart attack while cutting wood out in the back yard. 

That was in 1986.  The year I was born.

Sticky Up Hair

Sweet little stander
Sucky on your finger
Do the talky talkies
Baby girl

The Book That Waits Within... Will Have to Keep Waiting

I told myself
"I'll write a book"
But then was not sure where to look
Inside myself
For inspiration
Memories fade
And there's no explanation
For the things I've forgot that might have been shared

There's not even a way
To end this little ditty
I feel I'm all out of writing and witty

Lying A Little

I might have been lying a little
When I told you that I was committed
I might have been lying a little
When I claimed to be funny and whitted
I might have been lying a little
When I told you that I'd write a lot
And I might still be lying a little
When I tell you that maybe I'm not

Saturday Morning

Sweet fuzzy head
Nuzzling my shoulder
Moving your own little movements
Thinking your own little thoughts
How fun it will be
When you can talk
And we can share conversations
Not that I don't love our current ones
You: Oooo.
Me: Ooooh?
You: Oahoo.
Me: Oaaahoo.

Sometimes

Sometimes things should really go unsaid
Especially when they are mean things
Especially when they are said by me
Especially when I wasn't thinking
Especially when I was already riled up about something else
Sometimes I really wish I had a rewind button
And a delete button
Sometimes I would use it
I really would