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Let the Mystery Be


“Let the Mystery Be” as sung by Iris Dement (music)

Everybody is a’wonderin’ what
And where they all came from.
Everybody is a’worryin’ ’bout where
They’re gonna go when the whole thing’s done.
But no one knows for certain
And so it’s all the same to me.
I think I’ll just let the mystery be.

Some say once you’re gone, you’re gone forever,
And some say you’re gonna come back.
Some say you rest in the arms of the Saviour,
If in sinful ways you lack.
Some say that they’re comin’ back in a garden –
Bunch of carrots and little sweet peas.
I think I’ll just let the mystery be.

Some say they’re goin’ to a place called Glory,
And I ain’t saying it ain’t a fact.
But I’ve heard that I’m on the road to purgatory,
And I don’t like the sound of that.
I believe in love, and I live my life accordingly.
But I choose to let the mystery be.

As Sung By Iris Dement (music)

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Ghosties, Ghoulies and Goblins


A Picture from Edna
This one is my granddaughter.

Little Orphant Annie’s come to our house to stay,
An’ wash the cups and saucers up, an’ brush the crumbs away,
An’ shoo the chickens off the porch, an’ dust the hearth, an’ sweep,
An’ make the fire, an’ bake the bread, an’ earn her board-an’-keep;
An’ all us other children, when the supper things is done,
We set around the kitchen fire an’ has the mostest fun
A-list’nin’ to the witch-tales ‘at Annie tells about,
An’ the Gobble-uns ‘at gits you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!

Onc’t they was a little boy wouldn’t say his pray’rs–
An’ when he went to bed at night, away up-stairs,
His mammy heerd him holler, an’ his daddy heerd him bawl,
An’ when they turn’t the kivvers down, he wasn’t there at all!
An’ they seeked him in the rafter-room, an’ cubby hole, an’ press,
An’ seeked him up the chimbly flue, an’ ever’-wheres, I guess;
But all they ever found was thist his pants an’ roundabout!
An’ the Gobble-uns’ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!

An’ one time a little girl ‘ud allus laugh an’ grin,
An’ make fun of ever’ one, an’ all her blood-an’-kin;
An’ onc’t when they was “company,” an’ ole folks was there,
She mocked ’em an’ shocked ’em, an’ said she didn’t care!
An’ thist as she kicked her heels, an’ turn’t to run an’ hide,
They was two great big Black Things a-standin’ by her side,
An’ they snatched her through the ceilin’ ‘fore she
knowed what she’s about!
An’ the Gobble-uns’ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!

An’ little Orphant Annie says, when the blaze is blue,
An’ the lampwick sputters, an’ the wind goes woo-oo!
An’ you hear the crickets quit, an’ the moon is gray,
An’ the lightnin’-bugs in dew is all squenched away,–
You better mind yer parents, an’ yer teachers fond an’ dear,
An’ churish them ‘at loves you, an’ dry the orphant’s tear,
An’ he’p the pore an’ needy ones ‘at clusters all about,
Er the Gobble-uns’ll git you
Ef you
Don’t
Watch
Out!

~~James Whitcomb Riley

The image, False Face, was originally uploaded by barneykin. It is posted here from Barneykin’s flickr account.

Visit Neddy’s Archives, for more of Edna’s writings.

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Happy Birthday Jamey. 

May God bless and keep you always,
May your wishes all come true,
May you always do for others
And let others do for you.
May you build a ladder to the stars
And climb on every rung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May you grow up to be righteous,
May you grow up to be true,
May you always know the truth
And see the lights surrounding you.
May you always be courageous,
Stand upright and be strong,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young.

May your hands always be busy,
May your feet always be swift,
May you have a strong foundation
When the winds of changes shift.
May your heart always be joyful,
May your song always be sung,
May you stay forever young,
Forever young, forever young,
May you stay forever young. ~~Bob Dylan

My youngest child will turn thirty-nine on Saturday of this week. I told him that this will be his “Jack Benny Birthday”, however, he had never heard of Jack Benny. As it happens, he will really be “Forever Thirty-eight”, as he will be crossing the International Date Line in his travels to the Far East, and will completely miss his thirty-ninth birthday. There will be no October 13th this year for him.

I am happy that he will stay thirty-eight for the rest of “my” life, as he must stay forever young as long as I am living, for he is my baby. And what a child he has already been for his father and me, as he has accomplished all the wishes, hopes and dreams that Bob Dylan sang about in this song “Forever Young.”

Jamey, 1971

The image, Happy Birthday, Jamey, was originally uploaded by barneykin. It is posted here from Barneykin’s flickr account.

The “real” Bob Dylan may be viewed on YouTube in a brilliant performance unenhanced by choreography, fashion designers, or lighting and audio engineers, in the way it was, once upon a time, back in 1993.

Bob Dylan on The Tonight Show, 1993

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Forgetfulness


Is Route 66 the road to oblivion? As I travel the highway home, I try not to forget my memories. The pictures in my mind are fading, however I have pictures on the Internet which shall never fade. Those pictures shall keep my memories intact long after they have floated away down that river whose name I have already forgotten, although I believe it begins with the letter “L”.

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