True Confessions

Ha!

I confess your comment reminds me of something I've always remembered from reading the biography of Edie Sedgewick.

It seems the Sedgewick family was burried in what they called "the Sedgewick pie" with the family founder at the center and everyone else, feet in, in a circle around him. That way on judgement day they would rise from the dead but not be bothered with having to see anyone other than Sedgewicks.

I heard this one on the old Daniel Boone show many moons ago and it stuck with me, although it may not be original to the show:

Daniel told his annoying son Israel about a rich man and a poor man arriving simultaneously at the gates of heaven. St. Peter, spying them, leaped out from behind his desk, vigorously shook the rich man's hand, shouted a greeting, slapped him on the back, and wisked him inside, where, the poor man could hear, a huge celebration commenced directly. The poor man stood along for many hours listening to the revelry until St. Peter finally remembered him, and returned to bring him in.

The poor man expressed disappointment at the shoddy treatment he had received, saying to Peter that, while he was accustomed to waiting for the rich in life, he had thought things would be different in heaven.

"I'm sorry", Peter said, "but you see rich people make it here so rarely, we sort of get carried away when one does."

Now, don't you feel better, boomer? The Sedgewick pie really contained four and twenty blackbirds.

Thy sins are forgiven thee.

Greyfan, and then there is the woman who told St.Peter upon arriving in heaven, that her fondest wish was to ask Mary about how she felt being the son of a famous person. She was granted her audience and Mary responded, "Well, we wanted that he should be a doctor."

I confess:

I am really the daughter of Donald Trump, and he fired me.

Confession to Noddy.

My remark about "silent snow; secret snow" was really a short story by Conrad Aiken.

http://www.enotes.com/silent-snow/

Leaves confession booth

Letty--

I assumed you were alluding to Aiken, not plagiarizing. That's a chllling story, isn't it?

Today I have been feigning patience and understanding--not always successfully.

An hour ago, I opened my towel drawer in the kitchen and saw many, many mouse droppings. I hope I have the strength to deal with the messy mouse situation tomorrow.

Tomorrow I must dry mop the corners of the ceilings. January is not a respectable month to grow cobwebs, particularly when the cobwebs are great and gray with accummulated dust.

Oh, yes, Noddy. Feigning patience.

Another confession:

I really love Medium, a new show on NBC. Soooooo, I chose it over The French Revolution on the History Channel. (hangs head in shame)

Letty--

Those of use who are living in Interesting Times are entitled to skimp slightly on Intellectual Enrichment.

Do not hang your head in chame, cast your eyes down at the TV schedule for the time of the next episode.

This is much more socially acceptable than barrelling out of the kitchen with a semi-sharp knife, shrieking, "I've had it!"

Do you remember?

Please Mother do not kill Father with the Bread Knife.
Remember 'twas a gift when you were wed.
But if you must kill Father with the Break Knife,
Please, Mother, use another on the bread.

My Gawd, Noddy, that was funnnnnneeeeeeee.

Confession:

Boomer, I have no idea who Edie Sedgewood is.

Greyfan, Unfortunately I did watch Daniel Boone, and Rawhide.

I confess ....I'm sleepy. yyyyyaaaawwwnnnn

No wonder, BrandX. Oxygen deprivation by spending too much time on Saturn.

Letty--

Whether I sat at my mother's knee or was turned over my mother's knee, I was learning.

My mother recommended bread knives with blunt tips, the better to be patient with.

Do you know a four letter name for an actor on Daniel Boone?

A-M-E-S

Confession:

I turn into a pumpkin at the stroke of twelve.

Goodnight from Florida, where it is supposed to freeze tonight.

Letty--

I hope you have sweet dreams.

Here in the Poconos the temperature was 2 below--with a brisk wind--this morning.

If not Ames, how about F-E-S-S?

I was the one who farted in the bathroom

Edie ....was a character. I'll let Boomer expound

Letty, Eva--

Thanks for the suggestions. I'm still an hour away from crossword time.

I've been out and about (pronounced oat and aboat ) and missed these comments.

Fess up, Eva. Parker, right?

Kristie, is that a confession, or an onomatopoeia?

Come on, Panz. Confess. You didn't go to Cocoa, did 'ya.