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It was  August, 1969.  Jason, Bernie, and Helen were on summer vacation from Walt Whitman High School. Slightly over a year ago was the second Kennedy assassination, and they were losing lots of friends in Southeast Asia.

 

 

Eagerly awaiting the imminent release of the Beatles’ ‘Abbey Road’ album, they were listening to the white album, and hoping to go to Woodstock in a week.

 

As they were enjoying songs like ‘Blackbird’ and ‘Helter Skelter’, a sudden knock came on the door.   Pam and Larry, stunned, asked: “Have you heard what’s happened to Sharon Tate and her friends?”

 

 

This summer saw the fiftieth~milestone~anniversary of the R.F.K. assassination, and tomorrow is the forty ninth anniversary of the Manson family’s murder of Sharon Tate, Leno and Rosemary La Bianca, and their friends.  Please join us for our weekly jaunt through Rochelle’s  Friday Fictioneers.  This week, Ronda Del Boccio

supplies the photo prompt.

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MUSIC IS EVERYWHERE

When there’s nothing important to do I always practice my guitar.  Last night was no different.  Having noticed my old Beatle song book I wondered if my cousins Gary and Lanfranco were available for accordion accompaniment.

 

 

Lately I always daydream about St. Gabriel’s Glee Club where we sang all of Rodgers and Hammerstein and other show tunes.  Brother Edmond’s “Edelweiss”, and Brother James’ guitar follow me everywhere.  “Lawrence, ENUNCIATE!!” Brother James always demanded.

 

“Oh well,” I pondered, “It’s too bad there’s no good new music but if it were still here there’d be no there to go to.

 

This week’s Friday Fictioneers photo prompt was supplied by our fearless leader, Rochelle .

Role Models

John, Paul, George, and Ringo,                                                                                                       

 And St. Gabriel Possenti 

.                                                                                           .                                                                  I’ve read biographies of them                                                                                            And they’ve come to life in front of me.

 

Role models are often like that,

 

Prone toward transcending time and space.

 

Those who appear to be mere names and faces

 

Often tend to be the trickiest that way.

 

Yet again I’ve made an attempt at DVerse Poets Pub

 

Today’s poem is about Heroes, Super Heroes, Super Powers, etc.

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

                                                                                                                     

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Remembering the Quiet Beatle

All Things Must Past..Beatle George Turns 75

Beatles, kin, computer woes

what if?

Old friends John and Cynthia, and Paul and Jane, ran into each other at a Liverpool art exhibit.

” ‘Ey Paulie”, John intoned, “Remember that band of ours? What were we, bloody Bea’les with an ‘A’?”

“Yeah”, Paul admitted. “Stu’s murder in ’60 scared us into quittin’.”

“Teachin’ at Dovedale Primary’s nice,” he went on, “But we might ‘ave done something with that.”

“Anyway”, John said, “George and Ringo are electricians and we’re all ‘appy. We should get in touch with them, Patti, and Mo later on.”

The foursome, none under seventy, hung around in an atmosphere of deafening silence.

Each week Rochelle Wisoff~Fields leads us in Friday Fictioneers, an attempt to write a hundred~word story based upon a photograph. This week’s Photograph was provided by Claire Fuller.

harvey in hell

“Mr. Faffner,”  Satan explained to Harvey, “On this day in 1812, Beethoven began writing a famous love letter to his Immortal Beloved.”

“Did you also know,” he continued, ‘that on July 7, 1940, Ringo Starr was  born?”

Harvey cringed, begging helplessly for an explanation.

“As Lucifer, my good man,” The Father of Lies continued, “I was in charge of music.”

“Little do you know how easily I deceive and destroy people with it.”

“People warned you not to join that band. Don’t you remember what I did to John Lennon?”

 

This week’s photo prompt is from Jan Morrill. Rochell Wisoff~Fields is our weekly Friday Fictioneers moderator.

we only have one life to live

Of course I most certainly don’t give any credibility whatsoever to the dualistic claims of eastern religions and modes of thought which claim that each individual must go through a series of different lifetimes in order to be purged enough so that he may be happy in the next life.  Beatle George Harrison may have been quite an absolute expert at music but he got it all wrong when it came to that topic.  God puts each of us here for only one opportunity to do the right thing. In that sense my view of life is more linear than cyclical. Whenever a new baby is conceived, God does not insert a new soul into a material container. Each individual is conceived with his body and soul inextricably linked permanently to each other. The Catholic Church has consistently taught that for over two thousand years.
“It is appointed unto men to die once but after this comes the judgment.” (Heb. 9:27). That’s where the Four Last Things-Death, Judgment, Heaven, and Hell-must be dealt with.  Once someone has faced up to his Particular Judgment immediately upon his decease, he goes either to Purgatory temporarily, straight to Heaven, or straight to Hell.

 

daily post

to karma

the element of heat

YOLO

echinodermic propensity

what goes around comes back around

 

 

 

 

 

all the young dudes

It was the second week of our junior year at St. John the Baptist.

Mike, Bill and I were listening to “Fame” in our music lab.

“Lennon co-wrote it,” I boasted,”So it must be good.”

Mike reminded us of “Jet” from McCartney’s “Band On the Run” album.

“I thought the major was a lady, suffragette,” he intoned.

When we weren’t too busy ogling all the lovely girls in school, we were always talking about music.

Eventually, to avoid trouble with Sister Christophine, we sat down and behaved. In our heads, though, we were grooving to Bowie.

Each week we, along with the help of Rochelle Wisoff~Fields, attempt to write a hundred~word story, Friday Fictioneers, inspired by a photograph. This week’s photo prompt was provided by her husband, Jan W. Fields.

once there was a way to get back homeward

Ringo and Paul were at their favorite pub one night.

“Do you think we should ever tell folks?” The aged bassist pondered aloud.

“It might bloody flip ’em out,” his drummer companion replied.

They reminisced about their band’s plans to reunite in 1983, upon the twentieth anniversary of the “Please Please Me” album.

“Remember John’s nasty Rolling Stone interview,” Paul mused. “When he lashed out at us, throwing ’em off the track?”

“Oh did George ever do a number on us!” Ringo chimed in.

“Oh well,” said Paul. “It wasn’t meant to be, I reckon.”

“Yesterday” came on the radio.

This week’s photo prompt is by Rochelle Wisoff~Fields who leads us weekly in our Friday Fictioneers, an attempt to make a hundred~word work of fiction out of a photograph.