That's My Honey
The Yellow Bandana. Yes, Kathy has it on her head to cover her hair. We have discussed this picture on numerous occasions and have always wondered about the Yellow Bandana. We collected bits and pieces of the story and have been able to put together what we consider as the best possible and logical explanation. We were to be going out on a date in the southern Massachusetts area. When Kathy found that I was going to be late getting home, she agreed to come to our house in Wapping and save a fair amount of time from my driving down to get her and then coming back almost to where we started. She had a great idea as she usually did. She was always thinking and some of her thoughts were just about the best ever. Since she had the afternoon off, she was able to come over quite early. My mother had not made it home by the time she arrived and the house was all closed up. It was a very warm day and with the lack of air conditioning in her car, actually it was quite rare to have air conditioning in a car. It was too hot to sit in the car and she got out and headed for the cool shade of one of the apple trees on the side of the property. Since all the neighbors are close, it was not surprising when Mrs. Nova from next door came over to she how she was doing. Now Mrs. Nova was some lady, she was very smart and had grown up on the type of practical experience you can only get from living life to its fullest. She immediately determined that Kathy had a case of what she called farmer’s heat stroke setting in. She had seen a lot of it when she went out into the fields to bring the guys their lunch. It didn’t take much investigation to spot a case like hers from miles away. She was not just a wise lady but she was also a very take charge type person and she knew what had to be done and when. This is pretty much the way she ran her whole life, she wasn’t always in charge but you could sure not prove it by most people in the area when she wanted something done. You did what she said and asked questions later. Besides anybody coming down with the farmer’s heat stoke wasn’t in a good position to do her own thinking. Mrs. Nova told Kathy she had to immediately cool off and the best way to do it was to clear the chickens away and take a nice refreshing dip in the good ole-swimming hole. As Mrs. Nova was in the process of throwing her in, Kathy objected, she didn’t want to get her hair and clothes all wet; well that is how her side of the story goes. In talking to Mrs. Nova later I found that she was responsible for rescuing the clothing, as she was well aware it was her only outfit and one lady to another and the outfit understanding is there. Like the old rule says, do almost anything, but don’t mess up a ladies outfit when she is ready for a date and has already spent hours figuring out the best combination to wear. That was about the only piece of the story that I was able to get from our wonderful neighbor next door, sort of like the code of don’t kiss and tell, she was more don’t make well and tell, just do it, probably where Nike got it’s slogan but that could be another story. Well suffice it to say she kept her clothes dry, but her hair sure got wet. I think that the first dunking got the hair wet, and after about the fifth dunking it was just totally saturated and the water and hair spray mixture must have been something to see. In any event the new look was really something to see. A little bit of skinny-dipping goes a long way in keeping the clothes dry for the approaching date. Once she settled into the water she found it quite relaxing. The whole setting could almost be considered spa-like. The apple trees in the orchard helped freshen the air and with the chickens and rooster making their standard farm sounds and the addition of a few birds it could only be compared to some of the sounds of nature CD’s that spas sell for the extra relaxation step. To say the whole experience bordered on hypnotic would be putting it mildly. As she floated in the water without a care in the world, her thoughts were like the wisps of clouds in the blue sky above, few and far between and nothing serious or requiring any attention. As Mrs’ Nova stood on the shore she knew her job was done and another success it was. She saw the look on Kathy’s face in the water as the sun glistened on her gorgeous (my description) body and she knew that all was right with the world. She straightened her clothes and hung them on natures coat hanger by the side of the pool of comforting water. Mrs. Nova knew she was safe and would not be going anywhere before she got back with a luxuriously soft towel to soak up all of nature’s remedies on this grandly successful day. ,The dunking and the soaking was a smashing success and she cooled right down; you might say her wickedly hot body was now cool to the touch, although nothing can take away the hot that she always has glowing around her. Who knows how long she lounged around in the garden of happiness. It was the place that cooled the body, settled the mind and rejuvenated the spirit, maybe these spas really do know what they are talking about, but this one was all pure nature. From the natural spring fed pool of crystal clear water to the beauty of the sky above and all with the sound of nature playing on God’s own little turntable. Relaxed, boy was she relaxed. Mrs. Nova gave her approval and Kathy was back on track to getting ready for her date. That Mrs’ Nova is one incredible person, as I mentioned she has the wealth of life’s experiences to use as her reference library, a computer like mind with just about any event she ever saw or participated in right on the edge of her mind just waiting for the opportunity to pull out and use. To sit with her under a tree and take the chance to listen would almost guarantee a period of time when the clock stops and the world spins to a totally different drummer; boy could she spin a tale, except in her case the tales were true and more mind grabbing than anything you could find in any novel, even the best of the best top shelf books. Nothing beats real life in it’s adventures and unbelievable acts of everyday actions. Just like Art Linkletter used to say that kids say the darndest things, it is also true that it’s the realty of life itself that never ceases to amaze and entertain the mind. In the earlier times and less frequently today, people would settle back on the ground and look into the night’s sky for the latest Broadway productions, or the best love stories. The stars above held the stories that grasped the hearts and minds of many s the mind allowed itself to be absorbed into the imagination of all time. It was like the serial movies they played in the movie theaters of your grandparents with snippets of action only to stop as the main character reached the edge of a high cliff or other precarious situation, and then pick back up the following week. In this case it was only necessary to looks to the heavens on another night and the story continued, almost the forerunner of today’s Ipod, you could take it with you and watch it from any spot you happened to be, except no batteries required and the only charging was the way it charged and filled your mind with wonderment. I think I might be getting a little far of field here. To summarize, Kathy was hot, still is hot, she was cooled and hypnotized, and placed back into realty. The skinny dipping part is for sure, but keep in mind, Mrs. Nova’s garden of Eden is as private as is beautiful and you could think no different of the skinny-dipping here as compare to skinny-dipping when you take a bath or shower, all pure natural and not the prime element of the story, although as I float through the story and let it entangled my mind, I find that to be one of the areas that paints quite the picture, but nobody else look, that is my story and my picture of happiness. My mother came home and gave her the yellow bandana to cover her hair, pretty much end of story. By the time I got there she was cool as a cucumber and ready to go. We thanked Mrs. Nova for all her help and brought her back a little something from our date. In the interest of time, we did not awaken her soul and the outpouring of her mind on that day, but there were others, I guess that’s what makes the memories, a story shared becomes the memories to pass on, even if they get a little expanded on, after all what is a good fish story without the fish getting a little bigger with each telling. The foundation of the memory never changes but sometimes they just need to be updated with a fresh coat of paint or maybe a little redecorating, all’s fair in love, war and the story of the memory. Everything worked out for the best and we did our best to put the yellow bandana into the back reaches of our minds. This is about the best recollection that we have, and it is entirely possible that it did not happen this way at all. Sometimes you just never know.
That's My Honey
The Yellow Bandana. Yes, Kathy has it on her head to cover her hair. We have discussed this picture on numerous occasions and have always wondered about the Yellow Bandana. We collected bits and pieces of the story and have been able to put together what we consider as the best possible and logical explanation. We were to be going out on a date in the southern Massachusetts area. When Kathy found that I was going to be late getting home, she agreed to come to our house in Wapping and save a fair amount of time from my driving down to get her and then coming back almost to where we started. She had a great idea as she usually did. She was always thinking and some of her thoughts were just about the best ever. Since she had the afternoon off, she was able to come over quite early. My mother had not made it home by the time she arrived and the house was all closed up. It was a very warm day and with the lack of air conditioning in her car, actually it was quite rare to have air conditioning in a car. It was too hot to sit in the car and she got out and headed for the cool shade of one of the apple trees on the side of the property. Since all the neighbors are close, it was not surprising when Mrs. Nova from next door came over to she how she was doing. Now Mrs. Nova was some lady, she was very smart and had grown up on the type of practical experience you can only get from living life to its fullest. She immediately determined that Kathy had a case of what she called farmer’s heat stroke setting in. She had seen a lot of it when she went out into the fields to bring the guys their lunch. It didn’t take much investigation to spot a case like hers from miles away. She was not just a wise lady but she was also a very take charge type person and she knew what had to be done and when. This is pretty much the way she ran her whole life, she wasn’t always in charge but you could sure not prove it by most people in the area when she wanted something done. You did what she said and asked questions later. Besides anybody coming down with the farmer’s heat stoke wasn’t in a good position to do her own thinking. Mrs. Nova told Kathy she had to immediately cool off and the best way to do it was to clear the chickens away and take a nice refreshing dip in the good ole-swimming hole. As Mrs. Nova was in the process of throwing her in, Kathy objected, she didn’t want to get her hair and clothes all wet; well that is how her side of the story goes. In talking to Mrs. Nova later I found that she was responsible for rescuing the clothing, as she was well aware it was her only outfit and one lady to another and the outfit understanding is there. Like the old rule says, do almost anything, but don’t mess up a ladies outfit when she is ready for a date and has already spent hours figuring out the best combination to wear. That was about the only piece of the story that I was able to get from our wonderful neighbor next door, sort of like the code of don’t kiss and tell, she was more don’t make well and tell, just do it, probably where Nike got it’s slogan but that could be another story. Well suffice it to say she kept her clothes dry, but her hair sure got wet. I think that the first dunking got the hair wet, and after about the fifth dunking it was just totally saturated and the water and hair spray mixture must have been something to see. In any event the new look was really something to see. A little bit of skinny-dipping goes a long way in keeping the clothes dry for the approaching date. Once she settled into the water she found it quite relaxing. The whole setting could almost be considered spa-like. The apple trees in the orchard helped freshen the air and with the chickens and rooster making their standard farm sounds and the addition of a few birds it could only be compared to some of the sounds of nature CD’s that spas sell for the extra relaxation step. To say the whole experience bordered on hypnotic would be putting it mildly. As she floated in the water without a care in the world, her thoughts were like the wisps of clouds in the blue sky above, few and far between and nothing serious or requiring any attention. As Mrs’ Nova stood on the shore she knew her job was done and another success it was. She saw the look on Kathy’s face in the water as the sun glistened on her gorgeous (my description) body and she knew that all was right with the world. She straightened her clothes and hung them on natures coat hanger by the side of the pool of comforting water. Mrs. Nova knew she was safe and would not be going anywhere before she got back with a luxuriously soft towel to soak up all of nature’s remedies on this grandly successful day. ,The dunking and the soaking was a smashing success and she cooled right down; you might say her wickedly hot body was now cool to the touch, although nothing can take away the hot that she always has glowing around her. Who knows how long she lounged around in the garden of happiness. It was the place that cooled the body, settled the mind and rejuvenated the spirit, maybe these spas really do know what they are talking about, but this one was all pure nature. From the natural spring fed pool of crystal clear water to the beauty of the sky above and all with the sound of nature playing on God’s own little turntable. Relaxed, boy was she relaxed. Mrs. Nova gave her approval and Kathy was back on track to getting ready for her date. That Mrs’ Nova is one incredible person, as I mentioned she has the wealth of life’s experiences to use as her reference library, a computer like mind with just about any event she ever saw or participated in right on the edge of her mind just waiting for the opportunity to pull out and use. To sit with her under a tree and take the chance to listen would almost guarantee a period of time when the clock stops and the world spins to a totally different drummer; boy could she spin a tale, except in her case the tales were true and more mind grabbing than anything you could find in any novel, even the best of the best top shelf books. Nothing beats real life in it’s adventures and unbelievable acts of everyday actions. Just like Art Linkletter used to say that kids say the darndest things, it is also true that it’s the realty of life itself that never ceases to amaze and entertain the mind. In the earlier times and less frequently today, people would settle back on the ground and look into the night’s sky for the latest Broadway productions, or the best love stories. The stars above held the stories that grasped the hearts and minds of many s the mind allowed itself to be absorbed into the imagination of all time. It was like the serial movies they played in the movie theaters of your grandparents with snippets of action only to stop as the main character reached the edge of a high cliff or other precarious situation, and then pick back up the following week. In this case it was only necessary to looks to the heavens on another night and the story continued, almost the forerunner of today’s Ipod, you could take it with you and watch it from any spot you happened to be, except no batteries required and the only charging was the way it charged and filled your mind with wonderment. I think I might be getting a little far of field here. To summarize, Kathy was hot, still is hot, she was cooled and hypnotized, and placed back into realty. The skinny dipping part is for sure, but keep in mind, Mrs. Nova’s garden of Eden is as private as is beautiful and you could think no different of the skinny-dipping here as compare to skinny-dipping when you take a bath or shower, all pure natural and not the prime element of the story, although as I float through the story and let it entangled my mind, I find that to be one of the areas that paints quite the picture, but nobody else look, that is my story and my picture of happiness. My mother came home and gave her the yellow bandana to cover her hair, pretty much end of story. By the time I got there she was cool as a cucumber and ready to go. We thanked Mrs. Nova for all her help and brought her back a little something from our date. In the interest of time, we did not awaken her soul and the outpouring of her mind on that day, but there were others, I guess that’s what makes the memories, a story shared becomes the memories to pass on, even if they get a little expanded on, after all what is a good fish story without the fish getting a little bigger with each telling. The foundation of the memory never changes but sometimes they just need to be updated with a fresh coat of paint or maybe a little redecorating, all’s fair in love, war and the story of the memory. Everything worked out for the best and we did our best to put the yellow bandana into the back reaches of our minds. This is about the best recollection that we have, and it is entirely possible that it did not happen this way at all. Sometimes you just never know.