Road trip Wed at YA highway

Road Trip

Young Adult Highway - What book were You obsessed with as a child?

The first book I ever loved was a Little golden book called Rusty goes To School.

My Mom was a teacher in a one room school house at the time called White School.

Every day I missed her, and would stand at the front door waiting for her.  My Grandma would draw me away with this book.

Then I became obsessed with Robert Earl of Huntington - Beings our own family Book(dates from 1602 -and is so fragile it scares me to touch it) listed when we left England(1647) our name was Huntington - then Huntley - and finally Hunt.  I found an actual Long Bow in my closet and after talking my mother into letting me buy a string for it - I practiced for hours.  I was shocked at the sting of the string snapping your arm and even with a guard - it hurts.  I was not so bad for a 10 year old.  It belonged to my mother the College athlete - who was on the archery team at OSU.  I still can remember the way the arrow does not end up where you aim it depending on how you shoot - for me aim was to the left of the target and up.  I learned old English - in the forth grade.  This poem was the first I remember knowing by heart.

Hear underneath dis laitl stean
Laz robert earl of Huntingtun
Ne’er arcir ver as hie sa geud
An pipl kauld im robin heud
Sick utlawz as he an iz men
Vil england nivr si agen
Obiit 24 kal: Dekembris, 1247.

for those of you who didn't find the old ways easy to filter

Here underneath this little stone,

Lies Robert Earl of Huntington

No other archers ever as he/they so good

And people called him Robin Hood

Such outlaws as he and his men

Will England never see again

written 24th of December, 1247

I can still shoot a long bow buy the way - though the pull is harder on me now.  I was devastated when the beautiful old wooden thing broke on me - and was replaces with a fiberglass one.

This is not flat Old English or Middle English but a tween form.

It is said he is not buried here - this is actually the resting place of the final arrow that flew from his bow.

I don't like all the new versions so well - Marion was a betrayer and his love for her was tragic.  She killed Robin - bleeding him to death as cold as stone as he smiled up at her full of trust and love.  Only love could kill him - not the world.  I loved Errol Flynn too.

Then the Scottish play consumed me along with Hamlet.

I loved Mel In this ---Who knew it was foreshadowing.

Road trip Wed at YA highway

Hey Its Road trip Wednesday at YA Highway

Course, whats a good road trip without at least one drunk showing up late?  No that was not the question.


Ok you pretend you didn't notice I lost a day and I won't pretend to be Hemingway?

The question is - If you could invent a magical/mythical creature - what would it be?
Being something of an expert on thing that don't exist (like clocks and Wednesday) I have to leave out all the critters with wings - cause somewhere it has been invented and named.  I have to rule out all the stuff that really does exist - like dragons, elves, and Nessy and discover something that does not exist - but could?
Should I mention Politicians who are not ---never mind too far fetched.

The name of my creature would be a - child who can pick up their shoes?  No.

Dolpheirinus - ( dol-fair-en-is) this magical little creature, if poor humans could see him, would look like an ordinary dolphin except he would not swim upon the water ocean but the Sea of Myth which circles the whole earth.  He is a peaceful fun filled creature who glows at night. (people glimpse them from time to time and call them spook light and fox fire)

They can color shift to match the day - on a rainy day you would see him in the purple to gray range but in the sun he is often a subtle green or sky blue.  In the spring he may shade up to white or even the colors of red-buds, pink dogwood trees or forsythia yellow.  He has few predators, being so hard to see but they do take great joy in knocking peoples hats off and making them flip and tumble away. 

The only danger they pose to anyone is that they sometimes mess up the instruments of humans planes and cause disruption to cell phone service.  On occasion they pull wires down on perfectly sunny days because they are attracted by electricity.  They tend to be masterful in flitting about thunderstorms and in fact are the cause of tornadoes and even if you see a dust devil, it is an indicator that you are watching the effects of a small pod of them.

They are safe from humans because we can not catch them.(or find them for the most part)  They are less dense than we are and can therefore simply pass through our nets, cages and other silly devices.  If you would like to see them sit quietly on a night that the fog rolls in.  As you see it seep up from the water sources near you, carefully observe the undulating texture of the vapor and you will be able to pick out the faint outlines of them playing in the mist.