Tagged

In case anyone wondered where on earth the Faire Garden blog has disappeared to, does anyone know where we are from this photo?

Much more obscure is this Main Street fountain photo. Anyone know it?

Okay, here is something that won’t tax your brain but might bring enlightenment.
(Above shot of our new Pardancanda, it’s a beauty, isn’t it?)
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We have been tagged by our dear and talented friend
Christopher of Outside Clyde, for a game of tell the readers some interesting random facts about yourself. Here is how it works:
1. Link to the person who tagged you.2. Post the rules on the blog.3. Write six random things about yourself.4. Tag six people at the end of your post.5. Let each person know they have been tagged by leaving a comment on their blog.6. Let the tagger know when your entry is up.
It is true that we have been tagged for this meme in various forms several times. When trying to go back to find the tag in a comment or on Blotanical, I could not find any of them. So please consider this yours also if you tagged me, leave a comment saying as much and I will add you to the link also.
Now on to the juicy stuff.
Number one. I cannot do random. Period. Even scattering seeds or picking names from a hat, there is a method there. I am a planner and organizer. I do it in my sleep. It is not work or an effort. I can’t not do it. My brain wants to categorize everything that needs doing, for me or anyone else. It is a curse.

Number two. As a child I was taught to chew each bite twenty three times for good digestion and absorption of nutrients. I remember counting them when young, now it is automatic. The digestion is good, however my jaw is starting to wear out. It starts popping after I have eaten a certain amount and done all that chewing. I am hoping for a bionic jaw replacement one of these days, when the technology is perfected.

Number three. I was once thrown out of a Sheraton hotel bar for dancing on the table. This could tie into number four.

Number four. I love train songs. Any genre. Among my favorites are Casey Jones by the Grateful Dead, Washbash Cannonball by anyone, I think that was the Sheraton incident. Wreck of the Old Ninety Seven, my number one fave. Any song with that back beat of rails being run over by a machine of mammoth metal switches on my feet and body, I gotta move to the beat. Sometimes I need more room if the dance floor is crowded.

Number five. I gave birth to four children in seven years, October 1974 to February 1982, no twins. The results were two girls then two boys. If a boy and a girl make a millionaire’s family, we had a billionaire’s family we used to say. We also used to say a lot of other things about this phenomenon, but will leave those to your imaginations. BTW, the Sheraton episode was after the four kids were in high school, doing their own dancing on tables. We all do like to dance.

Number six. Last one. Okay. There are several things that have come to mind, but none seem like the big finish that should be expected. Maybe this will do. I am not a good singer, at all, not even being modest here. Can’t carry a tune. But I sung in talent shows in elementary school several years. The first time was a solo, to end the program, as Little Miss Moonbeam, singing The Angels Are Lighting God’s Little Candles. I had no part in choosing the song. I wore an angel costume and sat in a little metal rocking chair with a styrofoam quarter moon glued to it, spray painted silver and glittered. The next two years were duets with classmate Debbie singing Dear Hearts and Gentle People then Doe A Deer from The Sound of Music. The next year was a group effort with my girl scout troop singing Elvis’ Blue Hawaii. We wore cellophane grass skirts of various colors with scarves wrapped around our tops. I still will sing Oklahoma at the drop of a hat, without alcohol even. When we have talent shows with the family or friends, which sometimes happens, that is my talent. You always need to have that talent to fall back on when talent shows crop up.

Added: I forgot to say that I sing Oklahoma because that is where I was born and grew to adulthood. Most people from that state can and do sing that song when the moment is right.
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As part of the rules, I am supposed to choose six more taggees, but will do it this way instead. Anyone who wants to be tagged, who wants to write six things about themselves and needs to be tagged to do so, you are officially tagged by me. Leave a comment saying you have done so and leave a link when you put it up and we will all come to find out more about you. Can’t wait to read your facts.
Frances
post script~ The round red barn is near State College, PA, home of Pennsylvania State University. The fountain is in Bloomsberg, PA. We are attending the wedding of the daughter of dear friends there. Thank goodness for wireless in these hotels.
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