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Posted: Sun Dec 20, 2020 1:04 am
When Tony told me he was making a simple desk calendar for a Dementia charity, I thought that was quite a challenge. Those suffering won't get these most affectionate jokes he created. He has once again shone brilliantly, with loving and so poignant' toons. I have given them to family members whose parents, or other relatives are in that state. These carers need a break.
My Dad was called Jack and I remember visiting with my children, then aged about 5 and 7, perhaps, an aunt who was mid-nineties and terribly far away in her head. It occurs to me I may have told this story before. The repetition of this tender tale does make me happy. My own memory, and sharpness, are competing with my hair to say a complete goodbye these days.
Aunty Nettie called me Jack and I gently said "that Jack was my dad, Nettie. I'm Michael". She reached forward and tapped my arm and said, "I think I should know the right names, Jack". Who would ever argue with her? This illustrates a constant view of the World that I have held for millions of years. "Winning is for Losers". It's why I have a favourite quote "a foolish consistency is the hobgoblin of tiny minds", Ralph Waldo Emerson.
Who cares about being right. That's why I can seem harsh with my observations sometimes. I may not care about error and can be a wee bit pedantic even. I forget that others may be more competitive than I am.
I don't care and never will care about being right.
let me know if you enjoy the June 'toon I can copy other months.
fondest wishes to you all
Michael
PS Eeek, I just remembered I was in Zoom shul the other day. A lady in my congregation was a member of the same Montreal synagogue ("shul") as Leonard. On one memorable occasion, a nephew of Leonard was explaining to the congregation the meaning of one of his uncle's songs. A voice came from the back, no-one had noticed his arrival, and said that the interpretation was "completely wrong". Oh, I bet he said that with utter grace. As he did, for example, the time he was in the front row of the audience when I was at the mic in a folk club in London. I announced, "if I could remember the words of my tribute to "Leonard's dreadful dirge, " Bird On The Wire" I would recite it now. He smiled at me and responded, "Michael, go ahead. Go ahead". Always fearless, but so long since I had checked the words, I scraped up only the following
"There's a Bird on The Wire
Shoot Her
Shoot her.
Time for Tweetie to expire
No more points as a Frequent Flyer"
Originally, I had written several verses, mimicking the real t'ing.
All gone now, and I have moved on to not writing a book. It's progressing well and I must check soon if 8 pages is long enough for the Bestseller that it will certainly be.