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November 11, 2006


Here it is a Saturday night and I can think of a few perfect ways to spend it - having a cosmopolitan and dinner at the River Tavern, munching on extra buttered popcorn at a great movie, snuggling up with John and a great bottle of wine. Tonight the choice was made for me, however..... The Wizard of Oz, is on television. Truthfully, now that I think about it, that's right up there, too.


Who doesn't remember, as a child, being mesmerized (and perhaps traumatized) by the film? When I was young, trying to watch it on t.v. was always somewhat of a disappointment because it usually began at eight o'clock and I had a mother who strictly adhered to our bedtime, no matter what special movie was on television. God only knows how old I was before I was able to watch the movie in its entirety. Perhaps that's why, now as an adult, I love it so. Little did I know then that the movie I so wanted to see was already 20 years old.

It came out in August of 1939 and I remember talking to my good friend, Tom Wells, who lived across the street from us here in Killingworth, about the first time he saw it. He was 19 and viewed it in a small movie theater up at Lake Winnepesaki in New Hampshire where his family spent the summers. It reportedly was the first movie in color and he explained how it began in black and white and then burst into a blaze of color when Dorothy stepped out of her house in Munchkin land. The audience gasped, he said.

The movie really is genius. The lyrics to the songs are clever and amusing, the characters endearing and cast perfectly. While they all hope for that one thing that will make them "perfect," they turn out to be true, unshakeable and steadfast friends to Dorothy in spite of seemingly insurmountable obstacles.


And is there anything more frightening than the Wicked Witch of the West and her monkeys spying on Dorothy and her friends in the crystal ball or the sky full of flying monkeys that attack the traveling party, tossing the Tinman in the air like a tin can, stomping on the Scarecrow and throwing his stuffing all over, and carring off Dorothy and Toto? And dont forget her marching Henchmen, "Oh--Eee-oh...Oh, Oh!" Truly scary.


In spite of her fear of the witch, separation from her aunt and uncle in Kansas and the increasing improbability she will ever get back, the movie does offer a happy ending and some memorable observations:

Oh, joy, rapture, I have a brain." (Scarecrow)

"Shucks folks, I'm speechless." (Lion)

"The heart is not judged by how much you love, but how you are loved by others." (Oz to the Tinman)

And so here I am, reliving a bit of my childhood...this time with a glass of wine...and John. And, as Dorothy reminds us every year, "Remember....there's no place like home."

P.S. And let us not forget Frank Baum (1856-1919) who did not live to see the ultimate success of his story.


April 30, 2007

It Was a Great Ride

Sunday, April 29, I said good-bye to a dear friend. At the age of 33, it became necessary to lead Aggie out to the back field for the final time. We were fortunate enough to have these photos taken a few hours before she died.

The two grey-haired ladies

Leading her into the barn for a last grooming

My sweet girl...still so beautiful

Aggie arrived at Thirsty Boots in 1986, the year after we moved here. She was half Arab/half Morgan and was the best ride I've every had. The Arab in her gave her a spring and floating quality to her gaits. She loved trail rides and under saddle became almost regal. She drew a lot of attention in the park and made me feel like a true equestrian. I will never have another horse quite like her.

These photos from the last 21 years show some of the great times.

Geoff Hart led us to Aggie and insisted I buy her even thought she was as skittish as could be. I also had no interest in a white horse and a mare to boot!

But I trusted Geoff, bought her and she stayed. Thank goodness. Here she is on her first day checking out her surroundings.

Aggie was not only beautiful but was a wonderful ride.

Julie loved her also. L to R: Chocolate Bars and I, Rebel and Sarah Dodson, Julie and Aggie, Nancy Dodson and Sailor

Even Julia got to ride her one year she was here.

A favorite photo of her.

Aggie passed away in loving hands, Frank's (the vet who loved her from the first day he saw her), John's, and mine but her memory will never fade from our thoughts. She is buried in field three. We have placed a sitting rock on her grave.

This is how I will remember her....the curious horse who stood in the runway gazing toward the house to see what was going on.

In fact.....she is there still.


September 28, 2008



So long, Paul Newman. What a terrific actor..what memories...Hud, The Hustler, Cat on a Hot Tin Roof, Cool Hand Luke, Butch Cassidy, The Sting.....the list goes on and on. And when I think about it, this man took me to the movies for almost 50 of my 60 years.

As for the photo above? It was pinned to my bulletin board my senior year of boarding school. What young girl would not have been affected by that handsome face. And even in black and white, it didn't take much of an imagination to "see" those blue eyes.

And yes, it is still in the scrapbook.

October 8, 2008


Innocent, happy days...


Cameron was a sweetheart and I am struggling with the reality of his death.

October 25, 2008

Using His Charm

Some kids can be scared of meeting Santa for the first time. Not Cameron. Note the hand on the arm. Looks like he's greeting a long lost friend.

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